[Library] its times like these (Brandon)

[Bradyn Reed]

In truth, today was a strange day for him. He'd woken up, dragged himself around his dorm to get ready before going down to the common room, flopping on a couch and not getting much farther than that until Fay stormed out of her dorm. She said something unintelligible about talking to Ellie the other day, peacefully, and that he should too. Hmph, didn't she know it was hard to talk to someone who was completely avoiding you!

Though, at first Bray was a little annoyed by the news, peeved that she'd open up to Fay and try to get her on her side instead. Obviously, that wasn't what had went on but his irrational, over-imaginative mind immediately jumped to the option of treason. Treason? So now they were at war? Over something so stupid?

He was being ridiculous, and he could tell, so he just removed himself from the scene of her steaming quietly and looking like she wanted to restrain him and try and get what he thought out of him by various methods of torture. 'No doubt, she would if she got the chance' He thought while rolling his eyes and strolling down the corridor at a leisurely pace. Now what, he was out of the common room and what would he do? The weaker side of him answered immediately, demanding they go to the library and replace the book he actually managed to finish the other night. Well, isn't that a shocker? A book finished, purely of pleasure reading!

Following the advice, since he didn't really want to take the time to actually think up a more sensible plan, Bray made his way into the library and grabbed the first book in the magical creatures section he could find. Kneazle, wasn't that ironic? With a shrug, he dragged the book to a table and plopped down. Cracking it open and ignoring the smell of the aged pages, it only took him a few minutes that his bit of happiness was letting the real Bray return, for now. After all, he couldn't concentrate on a single letter, word, or anything. Instead he was just getting distracted thoughts that demanded some sort of humor or prank.

Bray was never the best person to study with. His catlike senses let him spot someone behind him, looking like they were heading toward the shelf of books closest to the table. A perfect opportunity, and then he would just have to pack up and sneak out innocently. Shimming his wand out a bit before he grabbed it, he pushed out the chair and turned it a bit so that it was likely for someone to catch their foot on it and trip if they weren't looking. 'Hmm, Fay and me haven't gotten to prank some sods lately.' Bray thought as his lips curled into a smirk before hearing a thud. Turning slightly, trying not to look guilty and just curious as to what fell when he noticed the symbol on his robes. Oh, a Claw?

"You alright there?" He asked, concerned merely by the badge sewn onto their robes. Was he that biased? "Suffering from a gravity imbalance?" Bray said, though it was quite a lame joke for him. Must be out of practice.

[Brandon Rosenberg]

It was summer, but normally when people would be having fun and frolicking around the castle like they were all high on life (or partial to a bit of an addiction to happiness charms) it seemed the entire population of the school had hit a downer and were less than happy with things as they were. Wherever he turned, Brandon was faced with some couple bickering or rivals duelling with each other or even teachers having a battle of wits with each other. Things were getting very obscure and Brandon was not being left out of the action.

Beckii. The girl he liked. His sister’s best friend. It was pretty complicated stuff, but not for one moment did he think he was the only one dealing with something big right now. There was always gossip flying around the school, and the biggest gossips even went as far as to owl each other scraps of parchment with the latest on what was hot and what was not in Hogwarts. It always amazed Brandon when Lexie would come flying into the Ravenclaw common room and almost knock him over or jump on him and blurt out some extra hot gossip, in which he would not be interested in one bit but would listen anyway. The thought of one of the last times that she had done that, she had tripped over the rug and felt flat on her face and as he remembered, he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly to himself as he sat in the library.

Looking around, he heard Offley shush him from somewhere. Giving a sigh, he huffed at her and muttered under his breath. Lowering his head his eyes kept on her as she returned to her office. ‘Honestly, that woman gets everywhere. She must have bat sonar’ he thought to himself as he rolled his eyes and put his quill to parchment once again and he sat hunched over his history of magic book. The navy cover was battered and torn and the book needed some serious repairing, but Brandon was not about to do it. Sighing, he closed the book, dropping his quill onto his parchment and the ink from the nib splattered slightly in one of the corners, spreading as it leaked onto the paper.

Getting up to find another more useful book, he walked past and immediately tripped up over a chair leg, stumbling but managing to keep his balance, albeit not gracefully. Looking around at the floor to see the culprit, he saw the chair and looked up to see a fellow Ravenclaw just as he spoke.
“Better to suffer from a gravity imbalance than be vertically challenged” he said with a cheeky smirk. His tone was not of malice, but of playfulness and he just hoped the Claw would pick up on that.

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn was glad, sort of, that the Claw hadn't fallen flat on his face in front of people since it wouldn't been a bit of a mark against his personal house bias, though if it had been anyone else he probably would've cussed and then been tempted to push them over himself. 'Heh, if that was Fay she would've face planted and then, as always, some knight in shining armor would lift her up and fret over her.' The life of the famous veela, oh so wonderful to be the eyewitness to that. Not. Good thing she wasn't a normal one or he would've killed himself by now.

Well, who was cracking jokes now? Bray puffed out his cheeks slightly in annoyance as the first thing the other Claw said to him was a crack about his height. He was sitting for God's sake! Did his feet even touch the ground?! Even though he could feel the ground underneath his trainers, he had to pause and look at them for visual confirmation and when he looked back up, his lips twitched into an amused smirk. It was almost a personal challenge to him to outdo him. Arrogant as always. "Ah, well, it's the leprechaun blood in me." He said easily, a serious look for now without looking like he wanted to burst into laughter soon. Mostly because he hated leprechaun jokes. "Every year I get shorter, and shorter!" Actually, now that he thought about that. It was pretty true, every year he looked shorter and shorter, mostly just because all the other hormone-fueled wizards were popping up like bottle rockets and his height was just a sparkler.

But, now that he'd brushed off the short comment, what was he to do? Obviously he should counter with something against the kid but he wasn't too familiar with him. Bray had seen him around the common room a few times, but probably wasn't paying much attention to the kid. He tended to do that a lot, what with people knowing who he wasn't and he hadn't a damned idea who they were. Something to pick on the kid for. Hair? Nah. Height? No way. House? Not even remotely possible. Ohh, a challenge. Bray liked those.

In the end though, his sarcasm didn't flow freely as English which was unusual and he ended up just shrugging casually. "But at least I don't have a jungle on my face."

[Brandon Rosenberg]

Looking down at his feet as if they were the cause of the near accident, he inwardly cursed them and the chair before looking back up at the boy. He could tell by looking at him that he had some fight in him and he must of been a smart guy to be in Ravenclaw, so it was inevitable that he would of known that Brad was joking about his height. Brad was just chuffed right now that he hadn’t broken his nose or his entire face and was on his way to the hospital wing. Still, that would be better than getting anywhere near that damn squid. The thought made him shudder as he looked back to the leprechaun blooded male in front of him.

“Leprechaun aye? Maybe you can show me the end of the rainbow, I could do with some money” he smirked as he twisted an empty chair around and sat casually on it. As Brad leant on the chair back with his elbow, he propped his head up in his hand, causing his stubble to rub against his palm and push his cheek up slightly, causing a slight crease in his skin. Shocked at the good comeback that came from him, Brad raised his eyebrows which in turn made him take notice and sit up, letting his propped arm droop and lean onto the back of the chair casually. When he woke up this morning he certainly didn’t think he would be having a moment like this with a random face.

“Oooh...mreoww!” he said claw scratching in the air before he hissed through his teeth at Bray. All this still with a cheeky grin on his face that showed his cheek dimples. Pausing for a moment as he let a small chuckle escape as he wrinkled his nose, he looked down at the table before looking back up to the fellow Claw.
“I thought girls were the ones who fought like cats” he said knowingly before folding his arms. Oh yes, sisters were good for one thing at least. Gossip. Of course never had Brad would of thought of using it for a battle of wits, but is sure helped to pay attention to your rambling kid sister sometimes.

It seemed this battle of sarcasm could go on all night at the rate they were going and Brad just gave a weak smile. Still, it’s not like Brad minded. It was good to have some fresh blood to talk to instead of the norm and it seemed like the kid was in need of a new face to talk to also. He began to stroke his stubble before grinning widely and looking back at him.
"I happen to think it's quite charming" he said with mischief in his eyes.

[Bradyn Reed]

Bray was a bit shocked that he went along with the leprechaun thing. It was obvious that he would, he seemed just as sarcastic as Fay and he certainly wouldn't admit to someone being as sarcastic as him, but it could be close. Of course he would, but it didn't help the temptation he felt to shout out that he was joking about it. Being short and Irish made him so prone to leprechaun jokes almost as much as kitty jokes. But instead of losing and blurting out the truth, he just grinned and nodded a bit. "Of course, of course, but surely you know it's all Fool's Gold, oh mighty Claw." The statement was true, considering that real leprechauns were practically con artists but his voice was layered with sarcasm and accentuated with him rolling his eyes so that it fit into their little debate.

But as soon as he meowed, or the best counterpart a human could make, his lips pressed together in a line for a moment as he thought. He was onto cat jokes now? Obviously the kid was fully aware of who he was. Bray must have some sort of sign on his back that said 'Hi, my name is Kitty Boy. Kick me and I'll claw your eyes out.' Now that he thought about it, the sign was an amusing idea. He'd have to stick one on Erys, keeping the boy part.

After a moment, Bray broke back into a smirk before winking at him childishly. "If that's what you think then I'm not going to tell you otherwise. Hello my name is Laureline." He said, sticking to the name he used with Eugey so he wouldn't get confused with all his fake girl names. He must have the world's smallest ego for a man, considering it was constantly pummeled by mortal blows but it was too amusing to him. There was not much else he enjoyed more than sitting here zinging another Claw and actually appreciating when they got him back. It was almost masochistic.

Though, now Bray was struggling for a comeback, what with not knowing the other Claw too well and him seemingly having loads of dirt on him like some sort of stalker. 'Your name is Bradyn Reed. Some people call you Laureline, though. You have a girlfriend name Ellie. Sort of. Your a cat animagi.' Ugh, creepy creepy thought. Instead he just shuffled right away from the cat comments and smirked at his beard-defense. "Indeed. I'm sure all the female trolls will just swoon at the mere sight of you!" He said, grinning the whole time and looking rather victorious.

[Brandon Rosenberg]

Brandon simply gave a pathetic excuse for a laugh before wiping his hair back only for it to fall back into place. Fool’s gold, of course. He forgot about that part. Still, he was on a roll with the sly insults or sarcastic comments as people liked to call them, which was a first in its own for Brad. Usually he would be stuck for words and he would think of a great comeback a little too late to express it and usually the argument was won by the other side. He was going to make the most of it today though as they Ravenclaw knowledge and wit seemed to kick in full throttle.
“Well if its fool’s gold it will be fine belonging to me then won’t it?” he grinned, his lips thinning as his smile curved.

As there seemed to be a big pause between the pair, Brandon continued to look down in between him and the table, hoping for some sort of remark back, and soon. As he opened his mouth once again to ask if he was going to come up with a sarcastic comment in return he beat him too it and eventually he said that female trolls would swoon. Smirking at the fact that he eventually managed a good comeback, he tapped the table with his fingers before huffing again and placing his chin in his other hand.

“Ah, you got me there. They seem to like the hobo look. Turns ‘em on” he winked before realising what he said and wrinkling his nose. He imagined having a herd of female trolls, green in colour with ginger hair and clubs bounding after him around the Hogwarts grounds. He feared if he thought on it anymore it would become an obsessive fear like he had with the giant squid in the lake.

“On second thoughts, I really don’t want that to happen” he continued, looking at him blankly with glazed eyes. A flash of green skin shot across his eyes before returning back to the boy he thought his name was Bradyn. Pausing for a moment gaining clarity once more, he held out his hand to him.
“It’s Bray, right?”

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn couldn't help but laugh as he openly admitted to be a fool but it fell short as a he heard a sharp 'shh!' in the distance that could only be Miss Marsh. Typical librarians, didn't they realize some students studied with blaring rock music in the background? Bray being one of those crazy kids. Cracking a smirk and still rather amused by the comment, he just shrugged lightly. "Ah, you're right, who was I to mention that?" Then, hit by a sudden thought, he started glancing around the room animatedly like he thought people were watching him from every corner.

"I got a 'stash', in the common room. Come later. Bring no one. And I better not find out that your wearing a wire." He whispered, looking odd with the grin still on his face. Bray was just being a loser now, but it's been a while since he had the opportunity to. It felt good to have an overly sarcastic banter, even if it wasn't really someone he knew all that well. Fresh meat, that's always good. Right?

After his little moment of silence, the guy had his own as his comment sunk in. Bray's smug little grin didn't fade the entire time, that is until he said something that sounded a bit like he wouldn't mind troll girls. Bursting into laughter again, but much more quietly this time to keep him from being overheard he smirked back up. "I guess someone has to love them."

But luckily, the guy still had a bit of his senses and realized that even when joking there's somethings you shouldn't say. Letting trolls hit on you would probably be one of them. "Ah, you wouldn't want to be attacked by a frenzy of she-hulks?" He said with a brow raised like it was the most curious thought. Bray had his sarcasm on now, and he wasn't going to be able to turn it off any time soon.

Hmm, he did know who he was. Maybe that wasn't surprising? Whatever, he could've come across Fay and she was like his personal advertisement. "Bradyn Reed, actually, but you might as well go with Bray since everyone else does." He said, rather seriously at that.

"Should I psychically use my third eye to get your name, kiddo?"

[Brandon Rosenberg]

As he began to laugh, it was the sort of laugh that you couldn’t help but laugh along with and as Brandon started to copy Bray’s motion Miss Offley Marsh appeared again from thin air, a sharp tone in her voice and probably ready to slip some poison into their drinks next time they were at the hall table. Flinging round, jumping slightly at her random outburst, Brandon just turned back to Bray and rolled his eyes. He waited purposely for a few more seconds until he heard her heels clicking against the wooden floor and her office door slamming shut before he spoke.
“That woman is demented. She must have ears all round this damn library” he said, checking under Bray’s book before sliding comically under the table in one swift movement and checking the underside of it for any apparatus she may use to spy. Sighing when there was no such luck of finding spy gear, he pulled himself back up onto the chair and dusted off his knees carelessly .

Giving a small stifled chuckle behind his hand and attempting to disguise it as a cough, he looked back at Offley’s office, her eyes staring at them from the door. Turning round quickly one again, he whispered to Bray.
“Shesay at the doorsay, comprenday?” his attempt at code lost on himself, so he dared not think what Bray thought he said. Looking up at him through his lashes, he scoffed slightly, trying is damned hardest to keep the laughter under control.

“Well with the rate I have with girls i’d be glad of some troll lovin’” he smirked, pretending to dance slightly in his chair. Hearing the door slam, he jumped again and looked back at the now closed door that was not revealing Offley anymore.
“Thank heavens for that. I thought she’d never leave. She’s so uptight” he said smugly, eyes closed for a moment before pinging open and he began shaking his head slightly.

Giving a small nod once when Bray asked if he should use his third eye to guess his name, his mouth curved up into a small smile as they began their introductions.
“The names Brandon Rosenberg, call me Brad” he announced not at all sheepishly.
Not being able to help himself, he put on a fake irish accent and slapped his hands on the table.
“A stash ye say aye laddie? I not be wearing a wire but I can’t promise miss offley there won’t catch you in the act” his accent sounding more pirate like than he hoped.

[Bradyn Reed]

Smirking a bit, he nodded. It was probably true, since if he was in charge of the library he would certainly have a fun time with it. "Yeah, bet she gets all the good dirt that way." Not that he really liked rumors, especially if they were ones about himself. 'Bray assaulted Fay's mom' and 'Fay punched Ash's dad in the face!' Being two of his least favorite ones to have heard before. Even though they were both completely true.

Then as Brad started to search for hidden 'bugs', Bray just looked casual and whistled quietly and innocently. All a joke, of course, but it probably made the two look more suspicious than they had before. Raising a brow in amusement, it was obvious that his little search was fruitless. Damn, he was sort of expecting him to pick up a beatle from under the table and be all 'this is the bug!'. "Mmk..." He said with a rather confused look at his rambling which translated either to 'she's at the door' or 'sally sells seashells by the seashore'. Probably the first one.

Leaning back against his chair, he glanced over at Brad and tried extremely hard not to burst out laughing and instead just rolled eyes eyes. "Yeah, human lovin's overrated. Trolls are where it's at, I hear." Love troubles? Hell, he wasn't Fay. And plus, Bray had trouble staying single. Bry, then there was just him and Fay and she's almost worse than a clingy girlfriend, then of course.... well, never mind about that.

"Ah, a variation of my name! Or rather, mine's a variation of your's.... anyway, My third eye was so right." He rambled, not really sure what should be said before throwing out a hand for a courtesy shake. "Nice to see a Claw that's got some sense in him." Oh, the seriousness. Their conversation had taken a turn towards the boring side if he did say so himself.

Or at least, he'd thought so until Brad was suddenly a pirate.. maybe an Irish one. Hmph, mocking him. Good. "Aye, aye. You just be worrying over yerself and I'll keep the lass in check." He in a gravely, completely improvised voice, but only ended up with both of them sounding like complete dorks. That was the recipe for a friendship with Reed, though, public embarrassment. It was a good test to see if people could stand to be around him.

[ My. brain. melted. and. died. ]

[Brandon Rosenberg]

Pondering on the thought of whether Marsh actually had little bugs spread around various places around the library, he became quiet for a moment as he turned his head this way and that looking in the corners of the library and on the side of bookshelves. Sighing when he was seemingly proven wrong, he looked back to Bray with raised eyebrows before greeting him with a shrug.
"If she does have any she hides them well...Mind you, she doesn't have much else to do does she, so I'm guessing she must spy on us all somehow" he stated, giving one last quick glance around the room.

"Trolls are looking good right about now" he smirked, eyes closed tight in amusement. He would be blushing right about now thinking about Beckii, but he hadn't seen her for a while and his feelings were mixed. Why was it always inevitable that you would end up fancying your sisters friends? The thought boggled his mind and an inward battle began at his confusion on women.
"Women, honestly. Who invented them? They are the single most confusing thing on the planet. They have too many hormones for me to deal with" he answered honestly and openly. His eyes flicked back over to Bray and he found it hard to keep a laugh from escaping.
"I don't know how you do it, you must have some sort of secret to be able to stick around them all day...it's bad enough for me with my sister and her best friend hanging around me all day"

"Your's is a variation of mine..." he quoted
"You sure know how to make me feel old" he said, a small curve upwards present on his lips.
Offley again. It seemed like the first conversation starter that was a must when you entered the library. That woman would haunt him until he died. She was always just there when you really didn't want her to be, and she could sure get you into some trouble. No surprising really, she was a female of the species after all, and men were always suckers for pretty faces.

"So why don't you say we stir up a bit of fun in this ye olde library?" he said in a mocking piratey irish accent, a smirk played upon his lips as he got ready to stand up, almost tripping over the chair leg as he did.


[Proper suckage but my mind is so on twilight right now xD]

[Bradyn Reed]

Trolls? Nah. Bray pulled a childish face and stuck out his tongue in disgust. "Can't say I agree there, man. I'd stick to the girls here rather than have to deal with being clubbed in the head constantly." Actually, he did have a girlfriend sort of like that with the smacking him randomly. He smirked at the thought and tried not to imagine her walking around grunting and holding a huge club that was twice her size. It would've been interesting, too bad.

"Ahhh... you're after me secret, ay laddie?" He said in what wasn't a fake Irish accent but his actual one that he used when arguing with the rest of the Reeds at home. "Well, the real secret is that I grew up with two older sisters. And by older, I mean older." Geeze, by the time he was old enough to defend himself they were already big enough to beat him down.

And of course, they did. Bray shuddered at the thought before shrugging. "Or maybe, I just have a lot of tolerance for wild creatures. And, secretly, Fay's a man in disguise." Or just close enough to be his sister that she practically was a man, either way, he just didn't see her as the veela unless he was teasing her about that. Actually, now that he thought about it, he spent too much time with Fay and Ellie. Maybe he'd have to hang around Max to have a more manly... wait, that would be almost worse than Fay. Ah, he was so screwed.

Mess around in the library? What did they have a death wish? "Aye, sounds like a plan." Now, what were they going to do.. Bray took a careful look around the library, noting that most of them were younger students studying up on the newest things the teachers demanded of them. Though he did catch a group of what looked like Slytherin second years heading towards a table of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs and knocking over all their books. 'Tch, already holding up to their house name. Nasty little mongrels.' He thought before rolling his eyes.

Pushing himself up from the table with his hands, he flipped the book closed with a clunk and smirked before pulling on a thick Australian accent. "Think we should go tango with a pair of snakes, mate?" He said, barely able to contain his laugh before heading towards the emptiest row of books to see if he could spot the Snakes from the other side of the library. Most of these books were deliberately avoided and he could tell why, they were the more wild of the magical creatures books and immediately one hissed as he stepped in the isle. But that was typical, werewolf books didn't exactly take a liking to him.

Now, where did those bratty little buggers run off to? Standing by a particularly tame herd of unicorn books, he tried to peak through the shelf but heard a close-by bump and turned around curiously. A book had fallen off the shelf above him and narrowly missed him only too land at his feet. "I guess these shelves aren't exactly sturdy..?" He muttered with a brow raised.

[ bleh. ]