[Corridors] Annoying Ghosts and Tutting Portraits

[freya]

Freya was late for quidditch practice, again. She had been busily working, though some may have called it daydreaming aimlessly in the common room and completely lost track of time. It was only when she looked around the common room and noticed the significant lack of people that she realised the practice had started ten minutes ago.

She grabbed her rucksack and broom, and legged it out of the portrait entrance, unfortunately not noticing straight away that her bag was unzipped and leaving a trail of books behind her. After a manic few minutes of 'Accio book!' she was running down the staircase to the loud tutting of the disapproving nearby portraits.

The Ravenclaw had decided to take short cut to the entrance hall, though to anyone who didn't know it, it seemed a bit of a detour. All she needed to do was go down this one corridor... 'I wouldn't go down there if I was you.' Freya stopped mid tracks, only just managing to avoid running through one of the most pompous ghosts in Hogwarts.

'Oh yeah, and why's that?' She asked irritably, not in the mood for his self-important ways.

'No need for that tone young lady.' The tudor ghost straightened up and let his condescending voice sound loudly. 'I won't bother next time.' He floated past the Ravenclaw, nose stuck up in the air and greeted the portraits he passed who looked just as happy to see him as Freya.

She gave an annoyed sigh and peered suspiciously down the corridor. 'Oh I give up.' Freya had almost missed half the practice anyway and dropped herself onto one of the seats pushed against the wall.

[Zachary Daniels]

Zachary hurried down the stairs, grinning darkly to himself. The Ravenclaws had managed scraping a team together this year, and he was heading down to the pitch then, ready to use his Slytherin gift-- sneaking around to spy.

As soon as he reached the last step, he noticed a figure leaning resignedly on one of the benches, and he raised an eyebrow, recognizing her as a chaser on the Ravenclaw team.

"Giving up already, are you?" He said with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the stair railing. "Better to do it now, I suppose, than to have to suffer the humiliation of all the losses your team's sure to see." [/color]

[freya]

The Ravenclaw had only just sat herself down, when she heard the sound of someone hurrying down the stairs, much the same to how she had done only a minute or so ago. She glanced sidewards and recognised the guy as a Slytherin quidditch player from her year, though hadn't expected him to approach her.

Freya kept her gaze on the Slytherin Captain and gained a smile to see him looking so thoroughly pleased with himself. 'Actually, we all figured that we might as well stop wasting time and give up on the training now, I mean we can already thrash your team without practice, so what’s the point?’ Freya retorted, the countless petty arguments with her older brother paying off deliciously. She smirked and lent her broom across her lap.

[Zachary Daniels]

[Oh man, haha. Sorry!]

Zachary's smirk fell, his eyes narrowing just slightly as he regarded the Ravenclaw. Her previous agitated posture and hastily thrown together appearance suggested she was awfully late for something, and he pushed himself off the railing, walking briskly across the hall to where she was sitting.

"I'm sure everyone would love to witness Ravenclaw thrashing Slytherin," he said coolly. "Considering what a rare occurrence it is..."

Then, smirking once more, he looked toward her book-bag, seeing volumes sticking out from the jammed rucksack. "Though for that to happen, you'd have to make it in time for the games. Think you can handle that?" He looked back at her innocently.
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[freya]

( Ha, don't worry! I just couldn't be bothered to start another thread so I was being lazy and hoping this one could carry on! Also, I'm just pretending the Huff/Slyth game finished similar to how it's now. )

Freya smirked, using all her will power not to give out a laugh. She was use to her words throwing a person, but this Slytherin looked completely in control and even gave her a sharp comment back. He's good. She admitted to herself approvingly, before regaining a somewhat amused look of indifference.

'Oh I'll be there in plenty of time, you don't need to worry your little self about that.' She replied with a put on patronising tone.

'In fact, I would have thought if you were worried about anything to do with quidditch, it would be your team,' Freya paused and bit her lip slightly to fakely look concerned that she would offend him. 'I mean, that Hufflepuff game,' She pulled a face as if seeing something particularly ugly. 'Was that you lot playing well?'

[Zachary Daniels]

[Hmmkay. So I suppose that means we've lost. ]

Zachary's calm composure disappeared at once, and he rounded on the girl, sneering. Losing to the Hufflepuffs had stung his pride more than he would ever admit, and he was even contemplating obliviating himself of the burning memory.

"Our team has been training loads for our next matches," he said icily, "And unlike you, my players have been putting in the necessary effort." Deciding to keep the fact he had threatened his entire team in order for them to show up, to himself, he watched the girl carefully. "That doesn't seem to be the case with your team. Ravenclaws have always been far too confident for their own good."
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