(Corridors) Bumbling

[Felicity Locke]

Felicity tripped on her way to the common room, and her books sprawled out once more. Her arm seared with pain and she winced. Fay sat up and cradled her arm, cursing her stupidity. "To a teacher! How could I do that? Oh I'm absolutely horrid. Wretched!" She muttered angrily to herself as she bent over to pick up her books.

Usually, when Fay slipped up, it happened to just a student, or maybe just a passer-by. But to a teacher? Never. She should've been more careful, instead of being lost in her daydreaming. Oh what would her friends think? Would Bry forgive her for charming Bradyn? Oh she hoped so.

Felicity sighed and shifted her books to her other arm, before standing again. She glanced back at the corridor, shook her head, and continued to the common room. She couldn't face Bray, or the teacher, or anyone else for that matter. Fay was far too ashamed of herself.

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

So he still had no idea why she had fled in such a way, he hadn't even believed he'd been cruel like he usually was. Maybe his acting kinder for a change had scared her off somehow, but that didn't make sense either, he'd probably never find the answer. He'd just have to drink to forget the entire thing then so he wasn't kept awake thinking about it, what a perfect excuse to drink to his hearts content.

"Ah, people so often have secrets," he replied when the lad rightly didn't spill the beans. "Well at least you lot stick together," it was a compliment saying that in his book, "I can safely say that of you." Which was just a nuisance when he wanted somebody to tell tales, if another was deserved of punishment of course. As another girl happened upon the scene he wondered if his distress earlier had been a magnet for everyone, next the Headmaster would turn up. It was a good job their names came up in conversation; he would never have remembered them otherwise. As McCallister bit, Reed's head off, not literally yet, he asked sarcastically, "don't you two get along?" Maybe he could compound their misery? "Ooh is that a threat, she seems to want you to piss her off boy, then she can say she was provoked." He laughed but seeing the glow in her eyes, and the way they sparred off his joking manner fell.
"Now the pair of you can just get off each other's backs," he commanded sternly slipping smoothly into teacher mode, "d'you hear me?" He demanded, "the answer I'm looking for is loud and clear, and for you two to stop shooting evils." He spoke in a way that assmumed he'd be listened to, because he could back up any threats he gave with results if he had to. Usually he prefered just teasing and bantering, but when things really got serious he did act accordingly.

"So both as cool as cucumbers now?" He asked pointedly trying to dispell any tension with a little humour, well he still thought it humourous so gave a little chortle as he listened for their "meek" replies, which he somehow doubted he'd receive.

[vampireangel]

Erika snorted "Cool as cucumbers? What? You're likening students to vegtables now? Or can you really not come up with anything wittier?" She knew this little comment was sure to get her thrown into detention. But she didn't particularly care, and her entire attitude said exactly that, with her hands on her hips, hair tossed back from her face, and eyes that had gone back to their usual honey-gold, hard and defiant. Her entire stance screamed 'Rebel' or 'Predator' whichever way you wanted to look at it.

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn slowly turned and looked at Erika, there was no anger in his stare, just amusement. His chuckle slowly crescendoed. "Erika, do you think your little threats effect me?--" But his threat was quickly cut off by Professor Fagin who seemed to find their arguing inappropriate. Bray would never admit aloud that he was a little relieved, he didn't want to pester McCallister over the edge but it was her own fault for being so testy and entertaining.

"A cucumber isn't a vegetable, it's a fruit." He said, unable to control himself about the little mistake she made. Bray wouldn't pass up the chance to rub any superiority in her face, never. Frowning a bit, he remembered Sarie was still standing there. Did they scare her a bit, with an angry vampiric elder and a professor that speaks in riddles? He somehow doubted this, since in Hogwarts, things like this were just the usual.

[didn't forget about ya, Sar.]

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Fagin's eyebrows raised perilously, it was always a bad sign, but really he should have guessed someone would give him lip. He wouldn't stand for it, "deeetention," he stated simply, not beating about the bush. "Having a go at my wittiness eh? Whatever next? Going to call me a drunkard?" He offered, daring her to go that extra step to land herself in more trouble. Eyes traveling up and down the girl with an appraising eye he admired her defiance, but of course had to crush it, he nearly felt sorry for having to. He was glad that Thimble and Reed were steering more clear and not joining her side, that would have proven annoying, they were being sensible, it probably made a change for them, but being sensible constantly would be boring he supposed.

"Actually my likening your brains to fruit, as the lad rightly points out, would probably make you out as being stupid, mad; brain turned to mush, I wouldn't expect many people to get the link." He was proud of that comeback, he'd come up with it on the spot and it wasn't half bad, not exactly good either though. "But in the end it was just an expression, haven't you heard it?" He asked enjoying the bantering, but realising it had to stop sooner rather than later, so folding his arms he asked casually, "are you going to continue giving me lip? Because you know in this circumstance you can't really win, my being your teacher and all, otherwise I guess you'd stand a fighting chance." He smiled, meeting her in a dark alley wouldn't be nice, and probably wouldn't end well for him.