(G.Hall) Private tutoring?

[Bradyn Reed]

(OOC: Since we are not sorted yet, we can assume that Bradyn is a Ravenclaw and Shafer is a Slytherin? Because based on their personilty that seems to fit them. )

Bradyn opened his eyes as he woke up. "Oh man, it's 6 already?" he grumbled quietly so he wouldn't disturb his dorm members. He rolled out of bed and grabbed a white button-up shirt and one of his robes and threw them on quickly. "Today's going to be so troublesome," he mumbled picking up the note he got.

"Bradyn Marshall Reed,
You've been assigned as my private tutor, so we'll meet on Friday in the library at 6:30 AM sharp. I'll be sitting at the back table. Don't be late, ya nerd, or I'll beat ya up."

He sighed and pocketed the note with his wand ( because he might just end up needing it if he tutors a slytherin ). "I can see why he needs a tutor." He whispered, not caring if anyone overheard him talking to himself.

Bradyn dashed down to the Great Hall, not surprised that people were already there. He sat down for a moment to make sure he had all his books and shoved a couple muffins in his bag too. The librarians weren't as keen as they thought they were, and sneaking in some food isn't all that hard.

He checked his watch. 6:20. Shoot, he was going to be late because there was no way he was going to run to go do something he didn't even want to do in the first place. He made his way extra slowly to the library to meet his pupil. "They didn't even give me his name." He grumbled as he looked around and sat at the empty back table.

"This must be a joke," he mumbled seeing how the table was empty. He backed his chair up against the wall so he could lean back without the threat of his chair tipping.

[shafer]

(OOC: Agreed..)

A low grumble erupted from Shafer's throat. The little wristwatch his mother had given him the previous Christmas so he wouldn't wake up for his classes late, began making an obnoxious noise. "Bloody hell.. How do you shut this thing up?" He mumbled, caring less about if his fellow dorm mates were hearing his wristwatch. Finally, he came to a conclusion that if he just smashed the bloody thing on his bed post, it would shut up. Instead it broke, shattering. "Stupid thing.." He spat, getting up and grabbing whatever clothes were clean. "Why did I have to make this stupid tutoring so early.." He mumbled to himself, as he dressed. Remembering that the watch had woken him up at 5:45, he figured it took him a good ten minutes to shut it up, another five to find clothes, and another five to get dressed, it had to be around six now.

Shay strolled casually out of the dorm, into the common room, taking his time. Whipping out his wand, he conjured a couple of muffins, and chowed down on them as he walked out of the common room, heading towards the library. Though Shay was surely failing his classes, he wasn't failing the handful of spells that had nothing to do with his daily lessons. This included conjuring food, drinks, and whatnot.

Passing a corridor, he saw a couple girls walking down to the Great Hall for an early breakfast. Puffing out his chest, he grinned his charming grin at them as they turned to see him, and winked. Sure enough, there were giggles escaping them. A triumphant grin played on his face, as he turned down the corridor which lead to the library.

When he walked in, he noticed that the librarians were setting up books for today. Pulling out his wand, he muttered a spell, and the time popped up. It read six:fifty-five. Eh. Only twenty-five minutes late.. The bloke probably could careless.. Seeing a student at a table, he assumed it was this 'Bradyn Marshall Reed' the professor had assigned as his private tutor. Shay strolled over to the table where the student was. "I'm assuming you're this 'Bradyn' guy. Alright. Make with the teaching." He demanded, grabbing the nearest chair, and turning it around, sitting in it backwards.

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn had dozed off in his chair since it was so early and he was sure that his pupil would wake him up. Though they were a Slytherin so the risk of this not being pleasant was high. He thought he heard something and opened and eye and saw an unpleasant looking Slytherin sitting in front of him. "What do you want?" He snapped before he remembered that he was supposed to be tutoring. "Oh yeah, I forgot you were a moron; I won't ask such a difficult question again.

Bradyn reached in his bag and dished out one of his muffins remembering that he was famished. "By the way my name's Bradyn, as in BRAY-din. And what on earth is your name?" Bradyn would act like he cared what their name was, but in truth he didn't want to do this at all. Blast his natural intelligence, always getting in his way.

He sighed, of course he gets stuck with a dumb, pretty boy slytherin. That is just his luck, isn't it? "What do you need help in, it's obviously not gelling your hair." He grumbled, shoving the rest of his muffin in his mouth. Bradyn would be sleeping right about now, and until about five minutes before class started. This is just way too damn early for him to function.

[shafer]

A frown was composed on his face as he had just realized the Ravenclaw was sleeping. "Lazy good for nothing.." He mumbled as the other awoke and snapped at him. An even bigger frown lay on his face as he was called a moron. A low grunt came from deep within his throat. "Oi, I'm not that stupid. These lessons are just to hard. They ain't explaining it correctly." He grumbled. A pitifully excuse nonetheless, but it was the best excuse he would think of. It was to early in the morning to be doing this. Merlin. Why did I make it so early again? He thought again.

Shay watched as this 'Bradyn Reed' kid took out a muffin and commenced saying his own name. "BRAY-din.." He snickered. "What kind of name is BRAY-din?" He put an emphasis on the 'bray' part, making it sound like the sound a donkey might make. "Name's Shafer. As in 'SHAY-fer'." He mocked Bradyn's explication of his name.

Resting his head on the top of the chair, he gave a lazy yawn, closing his eyes and ignoring Bradyn's comment. Bradyn.. Where have I heard that name before..? Then it clicked. His mother had been talking about one of her friend's children over the summer, and how he was in the same year as Shay. Obviously, there weren't going to be many 'Bradyns' in the castle. It seemed like an uncommon name. He opened his eyes. "Wait. Would your mother happen to know a Sage Bourke?" He asked, curious to find out if this was the same Bradyn his mother was talking about.

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn frowned, this kid was really starting to get on his nerves. "Bourke?" He laughed, and kept repeating the name until it sounded like a pig squeal. "Bourke-Bourke, Yeah I've heard of 'er." he said after he felt he got revenge for the donkey noises. "You her boy that I've heard about?"

Tutoring a family friend, for some reason that almost seems worse than tutoring some random dumb kid. It's like he'll have a bunch of angry moms after him if he can't bring the kids brain back to life.

"By the way, for scheduling such an early session you sure don't seem to be a morning person. What, your afternoons filled up with dates or something, pretty-boy?" By now Bradyn was just entertaining himself with insulting the poor boy and he might even wake up if the kid clobbers him.

[shafer]

Another frown was planted on his face when Bradyn began poking fun at his last name. Another low grunt came from Shay's throat. "Yeah.. You must be Reed's kid then."

Lovely. Simply lovely. He was being tutored by a family friend. Wait 'til mother hears about this.. She'll be thrilled to no end.. "Won't your mother be thrilled. Her son teaching the son she's always wanted." He snickered again, hoping this would boil Bradyn's blood.

Shafer didn't bother answering his question. "What? Your's aren't?" He pretended to scan him. "Eh. I can understand why they aren't." He shrugged, smirking. If this kid was going to take a whack at him, why shouldn't Shay do the same?

[Bradyn Reed]

"I am indeed, and proud." He said smirking a fake smirk, almost determined to not let Shay bother him. They're just born with evil in their blood, aren't they all? "Oh I can say that she'll be positively ecstatic that I'm reaching out and helping the poor, idiotic, lame community, you just happen to be the most urgent case." Who said you can't fight fire with fire? It seems to work quite well, actually.

"Of course, I have nerdy homework dates with my nerdy Ravenclaw friends." He said, rolling his eyes. He reached down and pulled a book out of his bag and put it on the table. Bradyn seemed to remember Shay had said something about them not explaining properly. How could he explain for the boy to understand?

After he scanned his book a bit he glanced at Shay from the corner of his eye. "I also find that I'm quite attractive with the ladies." he grumbled, his pride almost hurt. Note to self: Getting up-downed by another man = disturbing.

[shafer]

"Apparently.." He mumbled. From what he'd over-heard his mother saying, Bradyn had two older sisters and a younger brother. It seemed quite odd that both his brothers had graduated from Hogwarts, as well as Bradyn's sisters, and both their younger brothers weren't old enough to attend Hogwarts yet. Shay made a disgusted face as he thought this over. Were their parents one of those weird kind who planned to have children at the same time? Just so they could attend school at the same time and become friends like they had? A shiver ran down his spine. If this was so, Shafer was going to avoid this at all costs.

Shay frowned at Bradyn's comment. Though he didn't know what ecstatic meant, he basically got it clear that he was being insulted.. again. He grunted. "Oi. I know plenty of things. Just nothing that particularly consists with lessons.." He grumbled. "And what? The best tutorer out of town, so they just grabbed you as a sorry excuse?" It seemed so, so far. Of course, for the past, who knows how long, they hadn't been going over anything pertaining to lessons.

"Obviously." He grunted. "I'm guessing your best date was a study group you nerds thought was a date. Believe me. I may know nothing about anything involving lessons, but I sure know things about dates." He smirked. Indeed, Shay usually was the one being asked out by the girls, instead of him asking them out. He chuckled at the thought of this.

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn smirked a bit, since his latest insult seemed to have confused the boy more than insult him. Big words are there to help you, yes indeed. The boy leaned back in his chair and grinned at Shay. "I'm a pathetic excuse for a tutor? Well, if you think so, then maybe I just won't tutor you. I don't know how you'll explain to your mum that her friend's animagus son was your tutor but he wasn't good enough." He frowned and turned the pages in his DADA book, what were they learning again?

Then he slammed his book shut and stood up. What he hated most were nerd jokes. "Ok. Sure. Whatever. You're a ladies man, let's see how far that takes you in life, mister. Maybe if your lucky, the muggles'll take you in as a Chip 'n Dale dancer." He hissed, ignoring the librarians glares and warnings. They could shove it up their bum for all he cared.

But he went and did it, he let Shay get to him and lost. He was the first to snap. Well, who cares anyway. It was just a childish immature game. Why'd he even show up to the tutor session anyway, it's not like he wanted to in the first place.

[shafer]

Shay grinned at the thought of not having this prat being his tutor. Perhaps he could convince mother to let him have that lady-tutor to come back? But, realizing that was not about to happen, because Shafer was studying something else besides his lessons during that time. He frowned at remembering how his mother nearly threw the lady out after about two weeks. "Mum wouldn't enjoy me getting more trolls..." He mumbled his thoughts.

After a moment, he awoke from his thoughts, hearing a slam. Obviously, nerd jokes were his weak spot, which caused Shay to grin in victory. He'd won their 'insult battle'. He hadn't cracked. But of course, his little ray of victory was down poured by Bradyn's words. "I wouldn't work for those filthy muggles if I were cold and dieing on the streets of London." He spat. Working for Muggles, was a muggle's work! Why should the superior wizard-folk work for those lousy good-for-nothings?

Shafer stood himself. "Alright. Look, mum wouldn't appreciate it if I were to receive more 'trolls.' I'll cut the nerd jokes, as long as you keep up with the private tutoring. If I continue to get trolls under your tutoring.. Well.. We'll go from there.. Truce?" Shay put his hand out, for a truce. He was basically forcing the tutoring upon Bradyn now, whether he liked it or not. Shafer needed these tutoring. Otherwise, he might just end up as a muggle dancer. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of working for them, and stuck his hand out farther.

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn looked away, a little embarrassed that he lost so quickly. Though, Shay did seem to react pretty bad to the muggle jokes, as excepted of him. Being the polite young man he was, Bradyn would definitely take another stab at him in self-defense. "Aye, a pureblood working for muggles. That would be quite a nasty scandal, wouldn't it?" He said, pretending to be thinking it to himself but he really just meant to rub that little weak point in the other boy's face a little more. Bradyn clenched and unclenched his fists as he thought for a moment, eventually he came to the decision that he'd finish what he started. He put his hand out and grasped the other boys.

Bradyn grinned, he wasn't just going to be his nerdy tutor, he was going to make it seem like he was doing him such a great favor. "I guess it's my duty to uphold the name of purebloods, and, trust me, if you listen to me you won't get a single troll. Or I'll beat ya up, ya hear?" He sneered, squeezing the other boy's hand in a death grip. Shaking hands like civil people was for old cranky politicians, anyway.

"Maybe this won't be so bad, I could've been stuck with some dumb priss, you know, one that's worse than you." Even though he lost the insult game the first time, that didn't mean he was going to give up for ever. No way, Shay was going down this time. I mean, he hasn't even heard my dumb jokes yet.

( ..men and their pride, tch. )

[shafer]

Shafer patiently waited for Bradyn to take his demanded agreement. He heard him yammering on about muggles and purebloods, and just assumed he was agreeing. Shay's hand began cramping up. Why do these nerds take so long with their explications? He felt something grab his hand, and saw it was Braydn's. There. They agreed. Shay wasn't about to fail his mother, and Bradyn wasn't going to hear a nerd joke leave Shay's lips... Emphasis on 'Braydn wasnt going to hear'

Just when he was about to let go of their agreement hand-shake, Bradyn began talking, again. Is this all Ravenclaws do? Talk. Talk. Talk. Merlin, how I am supposed to listen to him? Shay thought, grumbling slightly. "I'd like to see you try." He returned the grin, and the death grip. What? They were teenage boys. They weren't about to agree, shake hands like little girls. No, it was competition all the time for them. Following the 'death grip', Shay let go, as the whole death-by-crushing-the-other's-hand seemed more and more awkward as the moments ticked by.

A little smirk lay on Shafer's face. "Are you implying that I am rather dumb?" His hands balled into fists. He wasn't necessarily offended by it, but it had touched something. Shay knew he wasn't the dumbest Slytherin to live. He could do other things.. Just nothing that particularly consisted with school work...

[Bradyn Reed]

After Shay let go of his hand he quickly put it back in his pocket and sat down. "I could easily take you down." He stared at the book for a moment before he reached in his bag and pulled out his reading glasses and put them on. as if I didn't look nerdy enough to him. he thought, almost angrily. Though for glasses, they didn't look that bad on him.

"Alright, now. Down to business. I'd like to get something done before class starts so I didn't just waste my time with you." He said, putting his elbow on the table and resting his head in his hand. "Now, we'll start with Defense against the dark arts. Do you know what you're learning in that class? Besides how to hex Robin Valentine and get back at her without her noticing?" That's what Bradyn did in that class, anyway but he still got all the information in. Teaching a moronic kid, this should be interesting. If he says something about pixies or some trash like that I'm going to have to whack him.

( Bradyn and his reading glasses )

[shafer]

[OOC: Gotta go picking on my other characters, aye? x) ]

Shafer mimicked Bradyn, sitting down across from him. "I'll hold you up to it." He smirked. How could a whimpy nerd take down someone as superior as him? Of course, he always thought he was more superior then everyone, so Bradyn might be able to take him down. But it was the Slytherin in him, that made him think otherwise. Almost instantly after Bradyn put his glasses on, did Shay crack up, covering his mouth quickly, though chuckling behind his hand. Several librarians made their way over to glare at him, before going off to finish their librarian-type things. After about a minute or so, did he calm down. "Ehm... Sorry..." He smirked, still lightly laughing.

Shay grunted lightly at his comment. As if he wanted to be here anyways. He was basically forced to be here, thanks to the professors and his mother. Mostly his mother though. "Defense Against the Dark Arts..." He mumbled, grabbing Bradyn's book, (Why should he carry the books? He was learning, not teaching..), and began turning the pages in it. "Didn't know she picked on ner-Ravenclaws as well.. Hexing her serves her right.. Filthy little mudblood, causing trouble..." He murmured. It seemed, by the looks of it, they both had a couple things in common. For one, both their mothers knew each other. Possibly, both their older siblings had attended Hogwarts at the same time. And both had younger siblings at home.

Returning from his little thoughts, Shafer looked up at Bradyn. "Hmm... DADA .... Doesn't that have something involving pixies, or trolls?" He asked, tilting his head in question.

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn's eyebrow twitched a bit in annoyance when Shay laughed at his glasses. "Yeah, yeah." He mumbled and waited for Shay to answer his question which of course required him to look in the book because he had no clue.

Pixies? Oh, he so called it. "Merlin's beard, a pack of rabid pixies. That's the DARK ARTS? No werewolves, or boggarts, or anything dangerous. Just some cornish pixies and trolls is all you can think of?" He grumbled. Well, if Shay was ever attacked by pixies and actually knew they were pixies, surely he could take them down easily.