[Courtyard] Piece doesnt last

[Ricky Daine]

Classes were out for the day, much to the delight of one Ricky Daine. Sitting in musty classrooms with other houses and mudblood filth wasnt exactly how he liked his days to be. In fact he would stress it was far from it. Luckily for him, he was never in close proximity with anyone other than Slytherins, but even some Slytherins Ricky could not stand. Like that idiot house traitor, whats his name? Ryan? Well whatever it was, it was no concern of Rickys unless it included tormenting him.

The face of that lads when he realised his girlfried wouldnt even stand by him was a picture. He should have told her about his interhouse co-operation then shouldnt he? A first year Ravenclaw walked into him, then scurried away apologizing before Ricky even had a chance to snap at him. The Slytherins were making a comeback, slowly, but surely they were.

Pushing the doors open he walked onto the courtyard, quite pleased to see the place quite empty. He really wanted some piece and quiet right now, after the stressful day he had had, quiet would be much appreciated though you should know by now, you never get your wish for piece at Hogwarts, someones bound to come and bother you eventually. He found a nice quiet and away-from-everyone location in the corner of the courtyard, shaded by the walls as he sat on the cold stone bench.

Though, Piece doesnt always last.

[Vanessa Malfoy]

Vanessa had already been sitting on one of the many benches, nearly hidden from his view. Her legs were placed on top of one another, positioned to her right side. She was reading a book entitled, "Experimental breeding of Dragons; Austria Hungary. Edition:2." She wasn't one to get caught up in school assignments, but today was just one of those days. The repetitive chirping of birds, which most people found to be peaceful, was giving her an awful headache.

The sleeves of her white blouse were neatly pulled up and folded just beneath her elbows. She reached up, undoing the first two buttons. No one was around to see her in what she would have thought to be an unkept state, so it seemed safe enough. Vanessa glanced up when she heard the large oak doors swing open, biting down into her lower lip. She closed her book, pushing it into her bag. At that moment she was contemplating who this new arrival was. A boy she had never met before, that was for sure. Oh, wait.. His name was Ron, wasn't it? Ronald..Raulph..Ryan.. Merlin, she had no idea.

He looked rather peaceful, and she began to wonder if she should leave it or not. She wouldn't want to bother him. No, that wasn't it. It was more.. she wouldn't want anyone to see her like this.

[Ricky Daine]

So there Ricky was sat on a cold bench feeling rather annoyed about the whole day as he leant his head back against the stone wall behind him. Things had been happening rather quickly around him lately, some things he couldnt keep up with, even though he would never admit it. He had been throwing himself into Quidditch practice a lot lately, like flying high over the field would do any good to ease these thoughts.

Ricky raised a hand to scratch at his eyebrow, the thoughts of having filth in his own house was disturbing enough, but when more rumours reached him of Slytherins he respected, respectful ones tangling with other houses and mudbloods, thats when he seriously began thinking there was something wrong in the world. Or at least with this school, he thought about the way his father wanted him in Durmstrang but Ricky wanted to be part of Salazars house, his father was right, the Slytherin name wasnt everything it used to be.

He had a feeling he wasnt quite as alone as he thought he was, so he chanced a look around and his eyes landed on a rather beautiful blonde he knew was in Slytherin, but didnt know her, or her name. In fact he didnt even know what her name began with so he found himself looking at a blonde girl he had seen in the Common Room with other Slytherins that werent in Rickys crowd. He just usually stuck to people like Erys, Morgana and Dahlia.

"..."

[Vanessa Malfoy]

She packed her papers into an organizer and stuffed it into her bag aswell, finally making eye contact with the mysterious Slytherin boy. She felt her cheeks becoming a little pink, quickly looking away. She wouldn't want to seem like a stalker, or something of that sort. What a first impression that would make. Vanessa pulled her black messenger bag up onto her shoulder, glancing at Ricky for the last time.

"Am I bothering you?," she asked suddenly, realizing that she didn't want to go inside at all. Sitting alone in a stuffy old commonroom wasn't on her list of priorities. Vanessa gave a small, somewhat forced smile. She was dearly hoping that this complete stranger didn't think she was some kind of creep.

[Ricky Daine]

Ricky looked away from the blonde Slytherin girl and leant his head back on the stone wall. On his list of priorities, having a conversation with someone was actually not on it. Least not yet it wasnt. He was sick of hearing peoples voices today, classes were usually quiet but for some reason they had been stupidly loud, not including that Hufflepuffs cauldron blowing up and making Ricky's ears ring. He had a minor headache right about now and wanted some peace, though he heard her voice ring through the air, not making eye contact he smirked.

"You werent."

She hadnt been bothering him while she sat there minding her own business and being quiet, but she had obviously thought she was so she had asked him. Usually one question leads to another and before you know it your having a full blown conversation usually over something the two people do not like. Ricky closed his eyes and yet could still feel her looking at him. With a furrowed brow he snapped his gaze onto her.

"Am I bothering you?"

[Vanessa Malfoy]

Vanessa hadn't been looking at him all along, even if he thought it so. "You're not doing anything that could be in the least bit bothersome," she muttered aloud, taking her book back out and crossing her legs. Her head had almost fully recovered from the sound of chattering teenagers, and she was partially relaxed. "What's your name again?" She slid her bookmark down into page 1034, offering a kind, calm smile. She couldn't help but think she was still bothering him, even if it was by her very presence.

Instead of experiencing the rough carelessness that was adolesence she was already going through adulthood. Thinking of arranged marriages and standing behind a man that she may never love. One thing she may never muster the concept of; speaking only when spoken to. Vanessa mentally slapped herself for saying anything to this boy to begin with. He obviously wanted some time to himself, either that, or he was trying to get some rest. She felt terrible for interrupting him to begin with. She should have just left him alone.