[Forest] devils play ;; Addy

[Arabelle Thomas]

"Ooh that was fun!"

Arabelle walked silently with her lips persed together. She was in deep thought and ignoring everything that that Brettleigh was rambling on about next to her. She had just walked into the castle after Care of Magical Creatures, her worst and most boring class, and was in need of lunch. This was her last class of the day and luckily it was a Friday. She had met up with Brettleigh outside of the Great Hall and she hadn't shut up since.

They walked side by side into the wonderful never ending eating palace and took a seat at the Gryffindor Table. Filling up on steak, vegtables, and maybe a dessert or two. Lunch was always wonderful at the castle. Arabelle was in a different mood today. She wasn't the most chit-chatty of all the Gryffindors', but she did have her moments, but today was more of her scheming, quiet days. She bid Brett goodbye, grabbed an apple for her walk and headed up to the common room.

Taking a huge bite out of her apple she ran up the stairs two by two, spit out the password and watched the portrait swing open. Arabelle walked quietly and briskly into the Common Room and sat down and swung her legs to the side and propped herself up on a few pillows. She slunk her head down and rubbed her temples. She sat this way for awhile. Biting into the juicy apple once more Ara decided it had lost her taste.

Arabelle needed something to perk her up. A prank, a dare, somebody besides Brett to talk too. Going up to her dorm would only allow her to sulk more, so that was not an option. She breathed a sigh and then cleared her throat. When she lifted her head she heard the portrait slung open and someone walked in.

[Adelaine Russo]

“Really, Prue. You think I’m Prue.”

Furiously, Adelaine slammed the door of her dorm in the girl’s face. Honestly, were people blind?! Obviously Prue had blond hair and Addy had brunette. There was a reason they dyed their hair people! And this was a girl in her own house, in her own year even! She still didn’t know the difference between the twins. Of course, it was a little unfair of Addy to jump to such harsh accusations, but after fifteen odd years of being confused for someone else, she was a little annoyed.

Adelaine jumped onto her bed and groaned into the pillow, venting her anger as well as she knew how to. Toby—her little pet (and smuggled) hedgehog—wandered over to her and curled up on her back. Addy grumbled into the pillow, but didn’t do anything to move the animal off of her back. There was a small, timid knock at the door, to which Adelaine responded with chucking the nearest thing at the door—that happened to be one of her books.

Whoever was on the other side of the door clearly got the hint, but still managed to slip a small note under the door. Addy scooped up her pet, cradled him in one arm, and wandered over to the door. She bent down and picked up the note. The first thing she noticed was her mother’s writing on the front. That must’ve meant that their stupid owl went to the wrong person, again. That thing was so old, it probably couldn’t see straight anymore.

Tearing open the letter, she found the note was reasonably short, but the streaked letter worried her. That must’ve meant her mother had been crying when she wrote it. Adelaine quickly scanned the letter, and as she did her eyebrows shot up. “Anthony was attack again…” She muttered. In a fit of rage, she crumpled up the letter and threw it with as much force she could muster at the wall. It made a pathetic ‘dink’ before fluttering to the ground. “I’ve lost all respect for wizards like this.”

She couldn’t stay in this room anymore, with that letter mocking her. Prue would probably be back too, and she didn’t need to deal with her sister’s emotions as well as her own. Flinging open her door, she slammed it with as much force as she had opened it. Adelaine walked down the stairs at a slow pace, with her hands in her pockets and a scowl on her face. Glancing up, she noticed Arabelle sitting on the couch. Addy walked over and plopped down next to her, resting her head against the back on the couch and glaring up at the ceiling. “You had a bad day too?”

[Arabelle Thomas]

The portrait swung open and swung closed so many times in rythmic order that it was giving Arabelle an even bigger headache. Listening to it was like have chinese water torture, but not with water, with the slamming of a golden frame against wood. Ara tried not to pay attention to the sound, but the more she tried to focus on something else, the more the sound bore into the back of her head. Even if the portrait was still for a few moments Ara's head still pounded as if it had.

Sighing Arabelle layed her head back against the pillows propping her up and gave up trying to tune out the portrait hole. At this second that seemed to the only set-back of being a Gryffindor. Laying there her mind started wandering and she thought maybe she could go over something that stuck into her mind during one of her classes today, but she found she couldn't remember anything of what she talked about or read. For a split minute she thought she had lost her mind completely and had to look down to check and see what she was wearing to make sure it was her Gryffindor robes like the ones she put on in the morning. They were and that gave her a praising thought that she wasn't dead yet, but her slowly frying brain was telling her she'd be there soon.

The portrait hole had stopped moving and the talking around the common room had ceased for what seemed like ages, but Arabelle could still here the quiet murmurs from upstairs in the dorms until one yelling voice could be heard from all the others. Adelaine Russo. That girl could be heard a mile away and even if you didn't know her voice, you would at that moment. Something major must have happened to her for yelling like that. A minute later a door was slammed and girl in their own year slunk down the stairs and out the portrait hole. Ara wanted to scream at the sound of the picture as it hit the wood once more. Could these people not see that Ara was in no mood for those kind of actions?

Arabelle still didn't understand. Why was she in such a bad mood and every little detail bothering her. The mind of Ara's couldn't never be figured out, but she just wished that the God of the universe would give her some sort of sign. Anything. She would be happy for a one worded explanation, but didn't get her hopes up for anything.

A door was opened and slammed again and there came Addy down the steps to the Gryffindor common room. Arabelle giggled a sad, pitiful, sorrowful, confused 'humph' as Addy came over to her and plopped down. It felt good someone noticed her. She asked if Ara was having a bad day too and she responded,"Ya... what happened to you?"