loud pipes ` christoph

[adrienne quinn hart]

light up, light up
as if you have a choice
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adrienne sauntered out from the picture frame which concealed the kitchens in the dungeons. she held a brownie in one hand which she happily devoured as she stepped out of the painting. the sound of house elves yelling at her could be heard as she watched the painting close behind her. stupid creatures... she muttered. her perfectly kept slytherin robes flowed behind her as she walked down the dungeon hallway. she finished her brownie and licked her fingers, delighted, before turning a corner and spotting a slytherin prefect. she stopped in her tracks and crept backwards back behind the corner. she pressed her back up against the wall and peaked around the corner to see that the prefect was looking down at some parchment in his hand smiling.

the hallway the prefect was in was the exact place she planned to meet BH. it was a dead end hallway with only the one corner to run away. just the way she liked to fight. but first there was this prefect to deal with. the only advantage she had was the fact that she hadn't been seen yet and the prefect seemed to be in awkward position where no one was really around to back him up. she ran some spells through her thoughts and decided she would confuse him into believing that she herself was also a prefect. adrienne snatched up her wand from her robes, a redwood wand, twelve inches, with a dragon heartstring core. she peaked around the corner and saw that he was putting the parchment away in his robes. he would be heading towards her, the only exit from the corridor, at any second.

adrienne held her wand at the ready, listened carefully to his approaching footsteps and then swung around the corner. confundo! she hissed, aiming right for the prefects skull. the prefect stopped in his tracks, glancing from side to side as though he forgot where he was going, then he spotted adrienne who hurriedly put her wand away. hey what are you doing in the corridors? he asked. my job, of course! you're not the only prefect patrolling the halls, adrienne shot back. the dumbfounded look on his face told adrienne that her charm was successful. oh... right... alright, carry on then, he said confusedly continuing to wander down the hall. adrienne smiled wickedly and proceeded down the dead end corridor. now, to wait...

where was that blubbering idiot BH? she took her wand out again and twirled it gracefully between her fingers as she often did out of habit. she paced back and forth contemplating the curses and jinxes she planned to use on the poor soul. maybe she'd turn their fingers to jelly so they couldn't hold their wand! or their legs to jelly so they couldn't stand! or their brain to jelly so they couldn't think! ...okay, maybe something a little more severe than simple jelly jinxes. it really depended how much she would find she disliked this person. in her mind, she was expecting a much younger hufflepuff girl to come shyly creeping around the corner. she snickered to herself at the thought. still twirling her wand between her fingers she stopped pacing and placed the other hand on her hip. where was this imbecile?! she didn't have all night! maybe they were purposely making her wait or wouldn't show up at all. then, just as the thought crossed her mind, more footsteps coming from around the corner...

[christoph winter rivers]

His sneer was obvious as he heard someone approach. His wand was already ready although tucked into his sleeve. He nodded to himself and stepped from the shadows to confront the bitch he had insulted in owl form. His eyesight was sharp, but when he didn't see anyone but another Slytherin, his heart sank. Whomever it was coming for a fight was yet to be here, and it was not a surprise that he would only run into another Slytherin. He glanced around to make sure there was no one else with her, and then he leaned against the wall.

Off course he knew this one. She was a typical snake, always coiled and ready to strike. It is no surprise she is roaming around the halls so late at night. After all, she was a prefect and the most irritating person he had ever known. Yet, as often as he seen her mistreat others, the two had never won out over the other. For the most part the two had only had frustrating encounters that never saw either of them coming out a victor, even if their little rows were legendary within the cool walls of the dungeons. Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was indeed lucky that they were old enough to have different classes, and ran in different circles. Well, Winter didn't have a circle unless a circle of one could be considered. He didn't think of her as an enemy, but there was no love loss between the two Slytherins.

A typical Slytherin, he would say; but, she was also a bully. He had seen her bully anyone who would allow her to get under their skin. Often it was her own housemates, and this was too much for Winter to handle. She was never someone he would assume to be around often, and avoided her for the most part. He detested bullies, but most the time wouldn't say a word to her because others of his house needed to stick up for themselves. (His fights with her mostly came from the fact that she would turn her attentions toward him. She was like metal drift that was attracted to him like a magnet.) He figured she was mostly a blowhard anyway, hiding behind her badge and pretending to be tougher than she...

Click. It was almost audible within the folds of his thoughts. He had just described Adrienne to a tee, while the same could be said of the person ("Ads") he had been conversing in owl form. Was it the same person? There could be a hundred excuses for her to be in the same corridor, to be certain. However, he found it highly unlikely that she would go out of her way to roam around her own dungeons when she was on "duty." No, it was almost a certainty that she would rather patrol where she might encounter others of another house, so her righteous bullying could go further. He focused his attention and sighed lightly. He supposed there was only one way to find out... wasn't there?

He paused in his own footsteps and rounded the corner, his wand in his hand now with a soft 'Lumos,' to light the occasion. His eyes locked on hers, and he acted disappointed. The back of his mind tingled a warning though, always be aware was the words echoed in his thoughts. However, he needed to play this cool and not let her think he was who she thought he was, in case she was who he thought she could be. It all made sense in his head, and bitter words formed on his lips. He swallowed them. Best to let her think she had the upper-hand, again. There was no one around to witness this little tiff, and she loves an audience. This could get interesting. "Waiting for someone there, Addie?"

[adrienne quinn hart]

light up, light up
as if you have a choice
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then she spotted the outline of someone, leaning against the wall. at last! her victim! how her eyes lit up in excitement! then she stopped in her tracks at the ignition of a light. oh... you... ugh, what a waste of time, she thought. rivers! she grumbled, meeting his eyes.

how dare he trick her into thinking she had found her whimpering owl writer from earlier. she frowned and stopped twirling her wand in one hand. of all the other slytherins she could have encountered in this hallway it had to be him. that sad blubbering excuse for a slytherin. at least if he had been another kind of slytherin she could propose to team up with them and take on her owl writer two against one. she did prefer to carry out her torturous methods alone, but two against one could be just as fun with the right comrade. christoph was nothing of the sort. he sulked around hogwarts alone most of the time and had no interest in attacking others. adrienne didn't think he was even worthy to wear that green and silver snake patch on his robes. although, the times they did conflict with one another he managed to hold his ground for being a year younger. which only irritated her further. he had talent, no doubt, but put it to all the wrong uses in her opinion. if only he was as malicious and conniving as her, he would serve as a loyal goon, she thought.

she kept her wand out just in case he had any ideas of stopping or getting in the way of her torture spree tonight. it had not dawned on her at all that he could be the very victim she sought. since her mind had conjured the image of a much younger hufflepuff she hadn't even made any kind of association to christoph as the letter writer, especially since she didn't think of "BH" as anything associated with christoph. she flicked her hair over her shoulder. why yes i am, chrissie, she shot back grinning slyly. maybe christoph would have to entertain her for the time being while she waited for her prey. and what are you doing here rivers? she asked getting up close to him. she enjoyed nothing more than violating people's personal space. especially people who were usually alone and didn't like people in their close company. she poked her wand into his chest. . just lurking in the dungeon shadows past bedtime? wheeping in a corner over your sad, sad little life? she snickered to herself. . well i hate to disturb your little brooding session, but i am waiting for someone to assert my dominance over, and i'll be expecting them any minute. so, if you would be so kind, as you sickeningly are, as to run along now.... she still held the wand up to his chest, which he'd easily knock away, but she thoroughly enjoyed the uneasiness it usually brought upon people.

then she thought more intensely about what she had just said. brooding in the darkness... hmm... the letter? no, no, it couldn't be. she put the thought out of her mind. surely she would not be so unlucky as to find that he was dear BH. their fights usually ended in a stalemate which aggravated her because she strived to do better. no, it wasn't him, he was not the owl writer, she decided. she was too eager and looked forward to someone much weaker. a clean sweep. and christoph was nothing of the sort.

[christoph winter rivers]

Even the sound of her voice had a tendency to crawl under his skin. It itched there like no other sound that he could ever hear, and he was positive she only spoke in that tone when facing him. Like she had some sort of sonic awareness and used it to make sure his head hurt with each word she spat at him. Sadly enough, under a different temperament he could actually see them as friends. She was not unpleasant to look at, for from it. All Adrienne's ugly was on the inside. He sighed, and lowered his wand slightly in preparation.

It was beyond a shadow of a doubt that she knew he was the one she was waiting for, even if it might not have dawned to her just yet. Neither one of them were stupid, and their feud has gone on too long for either to be naive about this situation. She was well aware of his brooding ways, and it was common knowledge that he was cold, and distant. She, of course, knew of the tragedy that befell his family and the death of his twin sister. In fact, unless he was mistaken, his sister and Adrienne had been dorm mates, and talked often together when no one was around. He never doubted this fact since she never threw the death of his sister in his face when they fought. Winter had no idea if it was because there was a glimmer of respect from the evil girl, or if it was because his twin had actually been her friend. Did Adrienne have friends? That was a thought for another day. For now...

"Oh come now, you have a rendezvous in the dungeons? A romantic interest, perhaps? Yes? No... No!" He let a small laugh escape his lips, completely a false one, but enough to hope to get under her skin. He used his free hand to slowly push her wand from his chest. "Say it isn't so. Someone has come from the dark depths of wonder and stolen young Addie's heart away? How delightfully sweet! Tell me, who is the lucky fella?" His eyes flashed as he looked at her. Come to think of it, he had never seen her with another guy since he had known the vile creature before him. He had always assumed she was a lesbian, not that he really cared much about her personal life. All he was concerned with was delaying what was to come as long as possible. He wasn't exactly in the perfect position for another row with her. The last one saw them both laying in the Hospital Wing with the professors taking turns baby sitting them to make sure there was no other fighting.

Oddly enough, the two had actually worked together to escape the professors when the Herbology teacher fell asleep on post. The two managed to slip the patrolling prefects, and get to the dungeons by working well with each other. The fact that if the two turned their minds toward mischief, the couple would be a serious thread to anyone else within the walls of their school. This was not lost on any of their teachers, nor the Head of Slytherin who saw their rivalry as something good for his house. One glance shared between them that night said all this and more. Sadly, they would never get past the fact that their hate was stronger than any desire to cause trouble together. They were too different, and always seemed to come down on the opposite side of almost everything. Still, there was that one night...

He sighed, "Well? Shall we continue this stupidity to its final conclusion?"

[adrienne quinn hart]

light up, light up
as if you have a choice
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adrienne's eyes widened and her mouth hung open slightly. he was thoroughly enjoying this now. she pressed her lips in a hard line and glared at his pearly grin as he laughed. he knew just what to say to irritate her. it was always jabs at her romantic life, or lack thereof one, that got to her most. she had never had a real boyfriend throughout her seven years at hogwarts. obviously, she was a very difficult person to love, even for some of the most formidable slytherins that were as conniving as she was. but she would never admit that it was a little bit of a touchy subject for her. it wasn't that she was against the idea of it altogether, but she often turned her nose up at the giddy girls frolicking across the grounds with wide smiles. adrienne thought they were foolish, they were wasting their precious time at hogwarts that should have been spent developing their skills to become more powerful. the best witches and wizards they could be. but at the same time, it was lonely living this way, though she would never ever admit it.

her eyes narrowed at him as he continued, like a fire was burning behind her gaze which might shoot out flames at any moment. she whacked him in the arm. hard. you would be so lucky, she sneered. in fact, the thought had certainly crossed her mind before. they were very capable of accomplishing great things together, as they had in the past, and there weren't too many people at hogwarts that could keep up with adrienne's antics. but alas christoph was just too unwilling to bully others in the sick and twisted ways that adrienne enjoyed. perhaps it had to do with the death of his twin sister. christoph had witnessed true evil at work in the world in a way which she could never truly understand. she couldn't imagine losing her family, especially her two older brothers. which is why she never twisted that knife into christoph when they fought. not to mention the fact that his sister was a fellow slytherin, and a respected fellow slytherin. yes, that topic was out of bounds. she would never go there. ever.

if you must know, she started to say, answering his question. she paced back and forth in front of him delivering her story. i stumbled upon an owl letter... a sad, pathetic, little letter by some—oh i don't know—hufflepuff girl? she tapped her chin with the tip of her wand as she thought about it. she snickered to herself. it was quite funny, really. hah, it was like, she put on a girl's high pitch voice, "my poor heart flutters like the sad, sad autumn leaves which roll across the depths of my deep dark soul" she exaggerated crossing her hands dramatically over her heart. actually, she started to say coming out of her high pitched voice and back to her usual self. actually, now that you're standing in front of me, she said chuckling, it actually sounds like something you would wri— she stopped mid sentence and stopped pacing. her eyes locked on him, widening slightly. oh my god! of course! it all made sense now! yes! how didn't she see this before? did he know? of course he did. how long had he known? he was just enjoying watching her blissfully unaware wasn't he! ugh, how could she have been so daft. she raised her wand pointing it at him. B... H... the words quietly left her lips. oh, now, he was done for, she thought.

she wasn't looking forward to spending another night in the hospital wing after this fight. she wouldn't let it happen again, she told herself. she was better, faster, stronger, she could do this. why was she so intimidated by him anyway? he was a whole year younger... but, he was good. talented for his year even if his grades didn't show for it. or maybe it was just that gorgeous toothy grin laughing at her, but she was intimidated, even if only slightly. alright rivers, here we are yet again, she grinned wickedly her mind running away with jinxes and hexes she planned to cast. shall we dance?

[ooc] would you want to decide a winner before the duel ensues, or perhaps another stalemate that cripples both of them

[christoph winter rivers]

Shall we dance, how Adrienne did that sound? How almost perfect was her words in his ears when he was frustrated and prepared for the fight? Fighting her was honestly getting dull, neither of them ever won. Try as he might, she was really his equal in almost every way. She was creative, smart, and talented. Winter might be cold, but he was logical and couldn't lie about her, even to himself. No, she knew what she was doing, and had been trained well. What pleased him the most was the fact that she was older than he. She had a whole year on him, and couldn't beat him. His eye twinkled as he thought to tell her this simple fact. Yet, the next words he spoke would probably be interrupted by a jinx.

He knew her tactics well enough to know she loved for him to make the first move so she could show off how prepared she was for the fight. She always wanted him to believe she was thinking three steps ahead of him, and that was the main reason she couldn't beat him in a fair fight. The truth was, she did think three steps ahead of him. The only reason it didn't work is because instead of planning, Winter was always random. He would throw out what he thought might work for the moment, and often use other distractions against her. His skills in Transfiguration always made things interesting. In fact, their last fight had her blasting away at enchanted furniture before getting a shot at him. He loved to make things turn on her, and she was catching onto that quickly.

His lips twitched into a smirk. Yeah, she was waiting on him to make the first move and that was exactly why he wasn't going to make a move at all. His mind filled with defensive spells. Perhaps it is time to simply let her think she is getting the best of him, and when she least expects it he can pull of one of his odd tricks? That was exactly what he was going to do, and he nodded to her as if he was bored to death. His eyes told a different story altogether. In fact, if Adrienne was a lover -ewww- this would be the foreplay. And, if anyone at all was watching, they'd swear that both the Slytherins was enjoying this more than anything else that went on in their lives at the school. Winter wasn't positive if there was actual pleasure in a fight with her, but he knew that it always kept him on his toes and thinking. That, was exactly what the doctor ordered. He gave her the opening she needed on a silver platter.

"Well since you're not waiting on a lover, no surprise there actually, then you must know exactly what's happening now. Finally caught on did you? Well done, Ads. Now you found out my plan. Wow, took you long enough. You think that owl was random? No, not at all. I owe you from the previous year. That was, after all, my favorite mirror." Winter referred to her breaking the mirror he had carried up until that fight. He would use it to deflect hexes with his free hand, almost like a shield. Adrienne had caught on to that, and jinxed him so that he had no feeling in his hand. He dropped the mirror, and it shattered between them. It was a good fight. "Come on then, collect your bad luck. I got seven years for you right here." He grinned like the cat had just ate the canary. It was time.

[adrienne quinn hart]

light up, light up
as if you have a choice
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she scoffed as he toyed with her, but at the same time she couldn't stop mentally kicking herself. she should have come to the conclusion sooner. she should have known instantly when the letter was found who was writing it. she made a mental note that she would have to improve her ability at seeing through such things. damn you, rivers.

her scoff turned into a small grin at the mention of his mirror. how that moment had delighted her. christoph was always using unconventional means of fighting her, which was, perhaps, her greatest weakness. she was a very linear thinker and put all of her efforts into learning things precisely. christoph was the opposite, using real items and aspects of his environment to throw her for a loop. and it worked. too often in her opinion. but destroying his mirror brought her a great deal of pleasure that day. aw, you poor thing, well maybe if you had spent half as much time practicing your spells than you did looking in that mirror you'd still be able to stare at your hideous self all day with it, she ridiculed. christoph's last comment made her smile. genuinely. that one was good.

well, unlucky for you, there doesn't seem to be any armchairs or bookshelves for you to throw at me in this empty dungeon corridor. you might actually have to use real talent for once, she added waving her wand around at their barren surroundings. was this her chance to finally beat him? although she sounded confident, she couldn't underestimate her opponent. she knew what he was capable of and she knew he'd think of something. it drove her mad that he always did. he was a year younger and should have been a piece of cake. but he wasn't and she despised him for it.

tarantallegra! she cast waving her wand towards him. one of her favorite spells because of how ridiculous it would make her opponent look. her eyes lit up. this is what she lived for. it excited her more than anything else. not just dueling in general, but dueling with him. he was her biggest challenge, and perhaps her best looking too, but she just wanted to have that moment where she was better. she could only define herself as the best by beating the best. and for whatever reason, her best was christoph rivers.

ooc;; sorry so short gah

[christoph winter rivers]

His shield was up immediately as all her pretty words disappeared behind her curse. He was happy he didn't get hit dead on, but the force of her jinx was almost enough to knock him down. He was pushed back against the wall. Holy shit, she got more powerful over this past school break. His mouth turned into a grin to show that she had no effect on him, but in truth he was seriously unnerved by how strong that simple curse had been. She had never moved him like that in the past. If he allowed her to think she got the best of him with one small hex, then he was going to be in for a long, long night. His mind whipped around several different counters, but he knew what his strength would be. Transfiguration, of course.

The corridor was mostly empty, but for three long mirrors on the upper part of the rocky walls. He dodged out of her line of shot, and aimed for the longest of these windows. A word shouted, and a green light produced showered them both with shards of small reflective glass fragments. His eyes darted back to hers knowing she would instantly recognize what he was about to do. Another point of the wand, and several fragments jumped up and started to form into small gargoyles. Five of the little figures moved to stand between the two Slytherin students, but hesitated in attacking. Their reflective bodies shined in the low light as Winter crouched and watched Adrienne. She was stunning when they fought. He was always taken aback by her when she was in the throes of her magic. How she remained single was beyond him, but he would never say anything close to that to her.

He tried to guess what she might do next as he formed his own plan. It would be simple to sacrifice the mirrored gargoyles to deflect any more curses she sent his way. He could hope that such a curse would be reflected back at her from their tiny mirrored bodies. Mostly the figures were a distraction that he controlled with his wand as he readied himself for another onslaught from his talented nemesis. His eyes moved around to the other two mirrors, and he smiled once again. "Really? That is how you begin this? Ads, I was so hoping you would actually be more of a challenge this time. Come now, pretend I am someone coming to court you. Yes, a potential boyfriend. Show me how you always scare those off." He continued to tease using the relationship angle as he circled around lightly to use the corner of the hall as a possible shield from what comes next.

The gargoyles twinkled up at her.

[adrienne quinn hart]

light up, light up
as if you have a choice
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hmm, unsuccessful, she thought. she hadn't expected to best him just with that, but she was disappointed she wouldn't be seeing him dancing through the corridor like a fool. then a blinding flash. one of the mirrors next to her shattered and she covered her arms around her head in defense of the pieces that were about to shower down on her, because she wasn't expecting it and didn't have time to create a shield for herself, but instead of falling on her they began to dance through the air like small crystal cornish pixies. damn it. she knew where he was going with this. transfiguration. her greatest weakness, and his greatest strength. his skill was truly remarkable. he had a gift when it came to transfiguration. that was evident by the stunning shining gargoyles hovering above her. she was almost mesmerized by the tiny creatures, but then she reminded herself she had to one up him. hmm... well they were taken from the mirror so she couldn't exactly hex them without them shooting her own spells back at her. what to do, what to do... she would have to improvise.

she pressed her lips into a hard line, snarling at his insults. she couldn't let him get to her. this is what he wanted. he wanted her to crumble psychologically. not today. she ignored the gargoyles, and his remarks and turned her gaze towards the remaining two mirrors on the wall. as much as you would love to pretend you were my potential boyfriend, she started to say, i have better things to do than watch you fawn over my talent and beauty she grinned. she raised her wand towards the remaining two mirrors on the wall. Confringo! she shouted causing the remaining two mirrors to blast through the air and she sent them crashing into the gargoyles floating above them. the ceiling began to rain with the shards of the broken mirror pieces and broken gargoyles. adrienne waved her wand again to create an invisible umbrella above her head to stop any of the shards from landing on her. she hoped that the speedy explosion was enough of a distraction for her to get in a second hex. Expelliarmus! she called out hurriedly, hoping to disarm him, her eyes alight with anticipation. unfortunately she had been so caught up in christoph and the duel, that she had forgotten how much noise they were making in the middle of the night, and he probably had forgotten too. the thought had not even crossed her mind, all she could think about is what is my next move to best this bastard.

suddenly all of the mirror shards in the corridor disappeared in an instant and evaporated into nothing. adrienne looked to christoph, but it wasn't him who had done it. adrienne saw christoph looking behind her and she turned her head to suddenly see that headmaster dumbledore was standing at the end of the corridor. blast, she thought, and i was just getting started. the headmaster approached them, gliding down the corridor until he stood next to them. ah, he said calmly. i should have known all of the ruckus in the dungeons would be the work of you two... never have i seen two house mates so bent on the destruction of one another. adrienne slouched over pocketing her wand. she respected the headmaster, and knew that she could not talk her way of situations like this. that hadn't worked since her second year. she was caught so often in compromising positions such as this that she could no longer try and explain that she wasn't responsible, because... well... she usually always was responsible.

i'm afraid your escapades down here have cost you both ten points from slytherin. you are old enough to know better. now... you two must learn to work together if you don't want to lose your house any more points, he explained pressing his long spindly fingers together. i am sending you both to detention in the forbidden forest tomorrow evening. i want you to collect 5 fluxweed plants together which grow at the full moon, and bring them back to my office when you are finished. they are extraordinarily difficult to remove from the ground and will require both of you to work together to pull them out. adrienne groaned in irritation. an entire night of detention with christoph?! whatever. she would try and lose him instantly in the forbidden forest and collect the weeds for herself and blame him for wandering away or slacking off. much help this one will be with those noodle arms... adrienne murmured under her breath.

that is quite enough ms. hart. now both of you head back to your dormitories, there is a prefect waiting by the entrance to the slytherin common room and if he does not see you in five minutes i'll double the points i've taken away from you already. goodnight mr. rivers, ms. hart. and with that the headmaster strode off down the hallway and disappeared around the corner. adrienne pouted in irritation. she hated when a good duel was interrupted by a professor, but worse yet now she had to spend tomorrow night picking weeds in the forest. she folded her arms across her chest. this night could not have ended more differently than what she had expected.

[christoph winter rivers]

He smirked as she mentioned him pretending to be her boyfriend. Clever, but almost barbaric and then his eyes grew slightly narrow. She blew up the remaining mirrors sending a rain of glass to pour down on them. He gained several cuts to his face, but there was no apparent effect of her spell. Then he was stunned as his wand was ripped from his grip and sent flying behind him. He turned and slide on a piece of glass going down hard on one knee. The pain was immediate, and he sneered as he tried to gain balance and not fall completely. He watched the arch of his wand and caught his breath as it casually flew into the hands of the one person he had no expected to see in the corridor. Dumbledore. Now the two was in for it. Winter moved back to lean against the wall to wait to see what might happen next, while trying to to emphasis the actual pain he was feeling in his knee. He thought there might be a chance it could be sprung, but he didn't want her to get the idea she had bested him tonight. There had been plenty of fight left before they had been interrupted by the Headmaster. Winter sighed.

He sighed heavily as the detention was given, and his wand returned. He watched Dumbledore fade into the shadows, and turned to look at his foe. He was going to have to spend an entire night with this girl, in one of the most dangerous places within reach of the castle. He was not happy. He was going to have to find a way to lose her in the woods, gather the roots himself, and then blame her for wandering off to stare at the full moon. Yes, this was a good plan. One, the full moon gave him pause. Werewolves. He sighed again and shook his head. No, losing her in those woods might be dangerous for both of them. As much as he loathed her, he didn't want her hurt by anyone but him. Nor did he feel like explaining to the world why she ended up dead during a simple detention. He supposed he had best stick with her and protect her from whatever they might find within the hood of trees known as the Forbidden Forest. Winter didn't like it, and he knew she had to be writhing with anger at the prospect of spending all that time in his company.

Then he smiled. Of course she would be mad, and he knew exactly which buttons to push in order to keep her mad. "I never expected you to do that. Make all that noise to get us in trouble. You really must want to spend time with me after all. Tell me, was it all the boyfriend talk that made you desire me further? I think it was. Sadly, I am not open to a relationship now. I hate to turn you down after all your hard work, but that is just the way it has to be right now. Sorry toots." He dropped her a wink to go with his charming smile and turned around to disappear into the same shadows as the Headmaster. Winter got into the dark and checked his knee. It was swollen and the pain was immense. He was going to have to double time it to make it to the common room, and he had to go a different direction. He didn't want Adrienne to know she had hurt him, or that he was hurt at all. Winter bit down, and limped on through the dark.

occ: Finished thread? Wanna start the detention thread sometime?