[Hogshead] dangerous (Ava, Open)

[Jacque Brontë]

The Girl was Persuasive. The insanity of the general populous of the school was simply overwhelming. And for a girl who could barely stand if one of her books was slightly turned in the wrong direction, this was a situation that would surely make her want to tear her hair right from her head. But this was not the case, since Miss Jacquelyn Bronte was turning into as much of a basket case as the rest of the population. Her Saturday morning began with her waking up in the usually dreaded Slytherin common room with a general air of indifference to her bothersome room mate, Erys Grace. The intimidating cat woman had no effect on her, she had a swelling feeling of power building in her chest.

The Girl I could not Trust. Her initial steps took her towards her mirror, where her brows raised in slight surprise at her hair. She usually woke up with any random color in her hair, and she often suspected that dreams made her lose control of it. It was only more annoying when it was a ridiculous color, like chartreuse, rather than just being stark white. Staring fixedly at herself in the mirror, her fingers curled a couple pieces of hair while a blonde color slowly brought life back into the locks and soon she was a pale, bleach blonde and her normally curly hair. The day began to pass in it's normal way, her making trips between the library and the potions room while trying to figure out the right ratio of ingredients in wartcap powder. But boredom soon ensued as the hour of dinner drew nearer, to the point that her mind wandered towards the idea of going to Hogsmeade.

The Girl was Bad. She was quite enthusiastic about the idea and soon was digging through her clothes for something a bit more presentable than the pair of jeans and simple top that she was wearing. Her outfit, though not revealing, was much more daring than her typical style, and it was even slightly surprising that she owned a pair of white pants that hugged her curves in that way. The trip to Hogsmeade took place as the last light of the day was fading away, but that did not necessarily mean that it was late. Jacque found her thoughts to be far too clear and looked to a drink to fog them up a bit more and relieve herself of too much common sense.

The Girl was Dangerous. The Three Broomsticks was far too cliche and ridden with students to recognize her, which found her heading towards the Hogs Head instead. The sound of shouting voices was the first thing to meet her and she found two men at the center of the verbal brawl, which could have turned physical at any moment. Had Jacque paid enough attention or cared enough to look, she may have recognized them, but instead she just took a seat at the bar and pulled out her wand. A silent spell forced a nearby whisky bottle to shatter to pieces, leaking it's alcohol across the bar and immediately releasing the odor of alcohol into the faces of all of those close to it. That is, a stench not any more potent than the general one already present.

"Be still! Your bitch fit is annoying me." She said, with brows raised in the picture of nonchalance.

[ Bad! Sorry Lynn! ]

[queen]

It had just been one of those days. Ava had woken up late, being able to sleep in with two study periods in a row for the morning. By the time she got up and made herself at least decently presentable in the horrible robes they made her wear, breakfast was gone. Ava had a hard time eating pork loin for breakfast, and choose some rice pudding instead, though not exactly a healthy choice.

They day went on and the seventh year never seemed to fully wake up. She seemingly slept through history of magic, starring into space, not even caring what was going on. Ava was in her snotty mood for the day, not putting up with the busy hallways in between classes. Instead she slipped outside on the patio and waited for the rest of the brats to run to their classrooms. Once she was sure she could walk straight to her class without the worry of a little runt of a second year getting in her way, Ava collected her bag and headed of the class late. She batted her eyes and made an excuse of bad toast for breakfast and a stomach ache getting the sympathy from most of her teachers, earning a ten point deduction from two. Ava scowled as they did this and refused to answer any of their questions or participate in class at all.

Finally the day was done. Avaleigh went straight up to the Slytherin common room and, pushing a first year girl down as she entered, the Seventh year went straight up to her room and fell on her bed, a huge sigh emitting from her mouth. She needed to wake up, and she couldn't think of any better way then to head down to get a drink.

Sure she was still a student, but that didn't stop Ava from getting her drink on. The Three Broomstick was just to nice to let her drink underage, and so, Ava headed down to the Hogs Head. She had gotten dressed as usual, nice, but she added a little bit of sexiness to her outfit that seemed to fit the dirty scum of the Hogs Head. She walked down to Hogsmeade, holding her clutch in her hand.

She arrived at the bar and sat on the stool, waving the keeper to her. She smiled sweetly, and ordered a mixed drink. he gave her the eye, and she flipped back her hair. He nodded and brought over her order.

It seemed to be a busy night the Head of the Hog, for Ava could hardly hear anything over the talking of people, and especially the yelling of a small brawl starting to her right. Ava wrinkled her nose in disgust. They were old and ugly, and drunk, fighting over a bad batch of Doxy eggs. Ava shook her head and tried to ignore the men. It was hard, and Ava's anger rose. She pulled her wand to see a bottle explode. Her cheeks formed a smile as she looked in the direction of the spell.

Ava got up and walked over to Jacque. Though a couple years apart, Ava remembered Jacque from earlier years. Ava couldn't say that she had an opinion on the now Potions Apprentice, she was neutral on the subject, which meant she wouldn't normally be very friendly. However, considering Ava was bored and for once in her life, lonely, and Ava was slightly impressed with Jacque's enthusiasm. "Nice shot." Ava said, slipping into the seat next to her, placing her drink in the table. "Shut them up in a hurry." Ava said, glancing at the men who were now talking quietly again.

[Jacque Brontë]

Jacque's glare remained on the two men for a couple minutes more, before she turned her head as her drink was finally given to her. They were hushed and seated, out of fear as if she were some sort of charms master. Truth was that one of those men could surely cast a better patronus than her's, one that might actually stay in it's form for more than a moment or two. She had just picked up her glass and put it to her lips when movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention.

Jacque was usually a very temperate woman, but once she flew off the handle it took her a bit to get back to even. And if this was some drunk, older guy that thought it was funny to flirt with her, he wouldn't find it so funny to have a bruise across his cheek. But rather, it was just a.. fellow Slytherin. Avaleigh Thorne. A younger student, but then again, everyone was a younger student now. Jacque wasn't entirely familiar with the girl and just thought of her as a typical Slytherin who thought she was at the top of the world. Jacque's own ego would surely be inflated to this level if she didn't constantly go back to her house with her Gryffindork father and be broken back into her humble self. "I do enjoy making a scene." She said with an amused smirk, trying to be pleasant to the girl since there was no reason for her to have an angry snake on her back.

"After all, someone had to tell them to shove it and I quite enjoyed the liberty of doing so." Jacque's manner of talking always seemed very distant because of her syntax, picked up from all the time she spent with resident linguist Freya Hawkins. Taking another sip of her mystery drink, she flicked her bangs out of her face to better see the seventh year. Small talk was now neccessary, since it would be far to awkward for Jacque to slip into a brooding silence and completely ignore the girl who went through the effort of seeking her out.

Summoning her social skills as best as possible, she pursed her lips slightly. "What brings you here anyway, dear? I hardly knew this to be the hottest spot for snake-watching." Trying to be nice never turned out well when you're mood was too sour to even be able to properly put words together in your mind over the dull throbbing of meaningless anger.

[queen]

Ava let out a laugh in agreement. A scene was indeed a great thing. Ava had caused a scene or two in her time, nothing lately. As expressed, Ava was just waiting to get out of Hogwarts. and had decided to continue her journey as quiet as possible. It was quite hard for the Slytherin to keep her temper a lot of the time, but it was getting easier and easier. Ava made sure she let it out every once in a while, just to make sure she didn't go soft. However, tonight, the legal witch, but still student, was in the mood to relax and hang out.

Ava took a sip of her drink, grateful for the amount of alcohol that the bartender had put in it. He may be a grimy looking guy, but he knew how to shake a cocktail. "Im happy you took the liberty." Ava added, just as she swallowed her drink. "Apparently the fight wasn't that important." she said, again glancing at the now joking men. Ava shook her head. It was one of her rules that Ava would never get into a fight, let alone a screaming match unless it was worth her time. Her reputation was always worth her time, and walking away from fights would soften just that, so technically Ava didn't stay away from as many fights as she rule would imply.

Ava looked at Jacque over her glass. The first real conversation was the hardest, Ava knew this. Most people weren't worth her effort, but seeing that Ava had gotten all dressed up for nothing, and no one, Jacque was her best bt for an interesting night.

Ava rose her drink in answer to Jacque's question. "No, really, I needed to get out of that god forsaken castle. I keep telling myself two more months and your gone." Ava tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear and sighed. "Apparently, I picked the wrong pub, though I must say it is better then Three Broomsticks, I can't deal with those students much longer" Ava took a sip of her drink.

"What about you? No Potions to go through?" Ava said, knowing very well what Jacque did at Hogwarts. "Or were you just getting sick of the litter box smell in your room?"