[Library] There's got to be a way...

[Mozess Mirari]

A very disgruntled young Slytherin girl sits in a dark corner of the library reading from a book titled 'Simple Switching Spells for the Squib-like'.
Or at least so it seems. Were someone to come through the wall which she was sitting against, they would notice another book on the inside of the above mentioned book. This one with pages yellowed from age and written in an almost incomprehensible ancient form of english [with many "Thee's" and "Thous" and warnings of death in gruesome detail].
'Come on Mo, there's got to be a way...' she thought to herself as she flipped through the book, page by page, line by line, almost word for excrutiating word. 'You've got to find a way.'

Her face skewed up in concentration she barely noticed the students pacing back and forth past her, giving her looks of disdain and despair and wariness, as they should. Her eyes kept flickering between colors of red and purple, both frusterated and fascinated with this book. Sure she'd had fun at the lake with it, reeking much havoc upon the aquatic inhabitants, but now she had business to attend to and she was having a hell of a time findging what she wanted. Information on animagi.

She'd asked a couple of her teachers abut the subject, asking for permission to check out the books hidden far away in the restricted section of the library, but of course they'd all said 'No'. Why didn't any of them trust her? She was a model student! -If not a model person in general... Her last and only hope had been to "borrow" Zachary's book once again. Twas lovely how he seemed to never be around as of late, left her to all the fun she wanted, and she could blame him for all of it without anyone being able to say elsewise. Yes, this was the life... Except for the whole animagus thing...

[Sophie Hargreaves]

Having been in the library for some hours now, sitting fruitlessly working hard at her latest ton of homework, Sophie was becoming disgruntled. With a sigh she realised her concentration had finally lapsed and she needed something new to amuse her. Muttering incantations to hex passing Slytherins only kept her amused for a few moments, though the thrill of the possibility of being caught by the librarian was relatively exciting. Bored once more she had made up her mind to seek her friends to see if they had made any more headway with their homework, when she noticed a young Slytherin Girl apparently reading a simpleton's book called 'Simple Switching Spells for the Squib-like'. About to make a harsh remark about the dumbness of her fellow student she remained silent on consideration that this student really didn't seem the type for such an extreme book, maybe she had a hidden agenda and wanted people to think her thick. Realising she could easily be reading between the lines falsely she decided to greet this student pleasantly, even though she was a Slytherin and Sophie really didn't have the best history with them. Famously one particularly disagreeable Slytherin had even jinxed her behind her back when she had simply called him a precocious pig as he had so rightly deserved.
Smiling pleasantly at the student she glided from her seat and approached cautiously,
"hello there," she said cheerfully wanting to make an agreeable first impression, "how are you? A Slytherin I presume? I couldn't help but wonder why you were reading that book," she said conversationally her curiousity very much aroused.

[Mozess Mirari]

Hery eyes turned neon orange with the annoyance of being interrupted in her research. She lifted nothign but her eyes to look at the intruder; A Gryffindor. 'Typical,' she thought, irritation only growing. Gryffindors, could anything be worse? Well, there were the goody-goody slytherin-wannabe Hufflepuffs, but Gryffindors were certainly right up there. Acting like they were so high and mighty simply because their founder was the "honorable and courageous" one.

Mozess returned to reading her book while answering the girl airily, 'I didn't know that "Slytherin" was a state of being, though I suppose in a way it is... as I am feeling rather stereo-typically rude and mischevous,' she flipped another page, not really reading it though, she always had trouble reading when her eyes were orange, made all the letters stick together.
'And since you're a Gryffindor I would take it that you're feeling rather nosy and ever-ready to jump on any Slytherin who mayhaps to cough without covering their mouths?' she asked, finally lifting her head to look straight at the girl.

'As for why I choose to read what I choose to read and when I choose to read it, that happens to be entirely none of your business,' her eyes changed from an irritated orange to a dark, charcoal grey as a sly smirk graced her features.

[Sophie Hargreaves]

"Indeed," said Sophie simply, somewhat prickled by the unforunately characteristically Slytherin response. Keeping her smile straight, though it was now more obviously forced, she smirked nonetheless, if this Slytherin was indeed what she claimed, rude and mischevous then perhaps they might even get along.
"So sorry for disturbing your reading, but really if you're trying to hide something don't make it sooo obvious, you've clearly a better book hidden behind it, I, like you most likely, know the tricks of the trade. You're obviously not stupid enough for such a book, simply the look and feeling I get from you," she said in response to the girl's raised eyebrows and fiery eyes. Gracefully taking a seat next to the Slytherin she introduced herself with a small smile flitting across her features.
"Sophie Hargreaves, though all my friends including you call me Soph" Seeing she hadn't quite breached the girl's stiff defences she tried to reason with her and lighten the mood.
"Come on, let's both get off our immediate high horses and think ourselves stereotypical, it makes me sick personnally, we're all individuals, not stereotypes really, those are just simple ineffective theories," Tapping her fingers against the cold flastones beneath them she said
"so what are you actually reading? Or should I mind my own business?"

[Mozess Mirari]

'Cute,' she thought, watching the girl try to "cozy up" as it were. 'It's only as obvious as the person trying to butt into someone's personal business,' she retorted. 'You may know the tricks of the trade, and you may be smart enough to tell I'm not and idiot, but I'm afraid you've yet to grasp the idea of how to deal with a fellow mischief-maker.'

Mozess smiled sweetly, deciding that this would be a lot easier to deal with if she pretended to follow the girls lead, 'Hum, I suppose you're right. Buying into the propoganda of what people want us to believe about each other is silly. I'm Mozess Mirari. Most people call me Mo, or "Hey get away from there before you blow something up!" as my Teachers are more likely than not to call on me as,' she giggled and rolled her eyes, all the while thinking 'Och, I'm going to have to slap myself for this later.'

'Why are you so curious as to what I'm reading?' she asked jovially. 'If it's something dangerous like you seem to think, you should probably be a bit more wary of me than you currently are. If it's something embarassing, there's no way on this green earth I'd tell you about it. Unless, that is, the title of the book I'm pretending to read truly did throw you off your game,' her voice remained calm and sacron sweet, if ever so very slightly sinister. She wasn't one to spill out her secrets to a Gryffindor, at least not so easily. The one Gryffindor she'd ever truly befriended had to go through a lot of trouble before they got past the initial "Slytherin vs. Gryffindor" rivalry.

[Sophie Hargreaves]

Sophie laughed and nodded her head in all the right places making it seem as though she were paying her full attention, whereas she really was busy wondering about her latest problems.
Sophie noticed the ever so slight sinister touch to Mozess' voice, but she decided to ignore it steadfastedly. Though it looked as though she would have to gain her trust the hard way, and the usual house differences would be a large barrier.
Typical she thought people are never friendly, and they're so distrustful, but with good reason she admitted to herself thinking of the let downs she had recieved over the years.
She giggled good naturedly "never judge a book by it's cover is pretty apt right now, in more ways than one."
In answer to Mozess' questions Sophie answered simply
"well I'm a nosy person to be honest, it's a trait you come to realise straight away upon seeing me. Someone going to such lengths to hide what they are truly reading or to fain that she's dumb interests me, shows they've something to hide, and if it's dangerous all the better," she said with a gleam in her eye.
"So will you tell me what it is? I can tell you want to really, where's the sense in keeping it to yourself; less fun that way." Something suddenly occured to Sophie and she came right out with it
"what year are you in anyways? I haven't seen you around," again the fact that she hadn't seen this mischeveous girl around amused her and amplified her curiousty all the more.

[Mozess Mirari]

'Hm, that has yet to be seen,' she said disgruntledly. Why couldn't anyone ever leave a plotting girl be? Everyone always had to butt it and be part of it too, and then what did they do? Get themselves caught is what. Then they'd rat her out and where would she be then? Detention.
Either that, or her partners would disappear, and then there was no one for her to blame.

'You're nosiness is quite obvious. Reiterating that fact simply proves you are aware of it and that you don't intend to change. Just like how if I were to reiterate that I am distrusting and irritated, most people would simply get offended and walk off in a huff because they know that there's no use attempting to weasel any information out of me. However, most people also would not have caught onto the fact that I am not truly reading a book for the squib-like, nor bothered me in the first place, which give me the idea you're not going to leave me alone quite so easily, hm?' she sighed. 'And for someone who talks such big game about an interest in danger, what are you doing in a library, instead of going out and getting yourself in trouble? Or are you simply hoping that bothering people will get you hexed?'

Mozess put the books, cover up, on her lap and began to rub her temples, feigning a headache, 'What in the world makes you think I would want to tell you what mischief I may or may not be up to. For all I know you're a goody-goody Ministry mole trying to get me in trouble so you can make your daily quota for Her Royal Pain in the... neck; also called the Ministress. Although "mini" and "stress" are not two words I would've put side-by-side in describing her...' she shook her head, then crossed her arms over her chest. 'If you must know, I'm in my fifth year. Not that it's any of your business... And you haven't seen me around because I haven't wanted to be seen," she couldn't help but smile. The last letter she'd gotten from her brother had contained instructions on how to find an old hiding place in the Slytherin common room that he and his mates used to stash their swag in. Her most exciting find thus far had been an enchanted old yellow map. 'Not that I'll let him know I've been using it or anything... It's just his pitiful way of trying to apologize to me for relating me to that... witch.' she thought, a dark expression crossing her face.

[extreme]

The tables were awfully full in the library, and Torin sighed slightly to himself, looking for one that was isolated and at least somewhat empty. Shrugging his bag onto his shoulder, he walked down the aisles, picking up an odd book or two distractedly.

Finally, just as he was about to sigh at the lack or privacy, he noticed a secluded, dark corner with only a few students sitting at the table. Nervous, despite himself, he scratched the back of his neck and tapped one of the chairs, hoping to get their attention.

"The Ministress definitely isn't mini," he said with a slight smile, having heard the last bit of their conversation. Then, tilting his head off to the side, hoping he hadn't disturbed something too private, he pulled out the chair.

"May I sit?"

[Mozess Mirari]

She looked up at the boy. Ravenclaw it seemed from his robes. She raised a scrutinizing eyebrow; courteous, nervous, timid, and unimposing... but he agreed with her thoughts on the Ministress so she could deal with it. Though, she still had a reputation to keep up with, so in reply she said, 'Might as well. Everyone else is... since when did "Slytherin" begin to translate into "social"?' she sighed, but was secretly glad there was someone seemingly less talkative at the table.

'So what's your name?' she asked the boy blankly, still trying to decide what she thought about this kid. He looked older than her, by maybe a year or two, definatly didn't give off the haughty vibe that Sophie did, but she couldn't imagine that many people did. It was almost like she wanted to be a Slytherin, but because she wasn't, bothered them out of spite...
She snickered at the thoguht of the Gryffindor girl trying to make it in the Slytherin common room... perhaps she was being a bit rude, or perhaps even a bit more than a bit rude, but it was her nature. Not much you could do about your roots.

[Sophie Hargreaves]

For a person who evidently wished for secrecy and solitude Mozess sure got talking after mere moments. Chuckling that this had been easier than she had anticipated and that the challenge was yet still going good and strong she smiled serenely thinking of the many scrutinizing comments thrown her way by this quite frankly rude girl. Though that didn't bother Sophie in the slightest she could deal with rudeness until it got to an unsatisfactory level. Mozess seemed to have a good knowledge of the human behaviour, and had already got Sophie's own character down to a tea.
"No I won't leave you quite so easily as you might want, but you may even come to trust me in time. Believe me I'm not all talk and no action, those who claim falsely to be like that are just in plain denial. Oh and by the way, I really don't brag when I say I'm not the worst hexer in the world." She said with a laugh remembering the few duels she had had, if Mozess had actually ever dueled before she would have known, as she was reasonably well connected to those who make it their business to know everything.
"Everybody has to do their work sometimes, even mischief makers, though I don't really claim to be one personally as they're mainly all talk and planning, not really any action," she said knowing she would touch a weak point in Mozess' armour with that cutting comment.
"unlike the chief mischevous students of years gone by, course you know who I refer to." She said not bothering to reinforce and tell Mozess the pragmatics which she had probably have mastered. Knowing Mozess would be listening intently to her comments about the Ministry she said truthfully;
"if I found a mole I'd jinx them to high heaven, though you can't choose your friends too easily at the minute with them busy bodies around the place. I admire and stand alongside those who go against the Ministry, thoguh frankly there are all too few prepared to take action," Suddenly looking around fervently to make sure they weren't being overhead she realised a probable Ravenclaw from his demeanour was approaching, he didn't seem the most confident of types but had the guts to approach them, stoppping abruptly what she had been about to say she instead greeted the new arrival cheerfully nodding curteously for him to take a seat
"hiya I'm Soph, nice to meet you, oh and don't mind her she's not always miserable I don't think," she said laughing and analysing Mozess' response. She really did hope this boy would be more cheerful and forthcoming than Mozess had been thus far.

[Mozess Mirari]

In response to Sophie's comment about her attitude to the boy she simply smiled and replied, 'Listen to nothing Gryffie here has to say about me. I am always this miserable, except on the rare occasion when I'm even more infuriating and hard to deal with. I happen to be one book you can judge by it's cover... least if you read the fine print in the title well enough,' she shrugged.

'If you weren't bragging,' Mozess contemplated, 'You wouldn't have to preface your statement with "I'm really not bragging". That's simply a way for people to brag in a faux-humble way.'
Wow this girl had a mouth on her. She certainly could get another person talking if she wanted too, though. Mozess smirked at what seemed to be a challenge of sorts "all talk and no action". How many times had she said something along those lines now; two three... 'Is that so?' she asked, almost purring as her eyes turned a bright honey color. 'So just what kind of action are you prepared to take, Hargreaves?' she asked, setting her elbows on the table and leaning forward with intrigue. 'I bet you've never pulled a memorable prank in your life. Sure, maybe you'vehexed a couple Slytherins to impress your friends, possibly even a Hufflepuff out of boredom, but anyone could do that. Heck, even I've spelled my own housemates before, theyre arrogant prudes. But have you ever done anything actually worth talking about afterwards?' she asked daringly. She wanted to see just what this chick was made out of, bluff or bluster.

[Sophie Hargreaves]

Sophie took Mozess' valid points with a pinch of salt rolling her eyes visibly so Mozess would clearly notice.
"Why shouldn't a clever lad listen to reason, you've just said so yourself that I'm right," she said calmly with a hint of sucess creeping into her voice. "If you've something good you may as well use it though," she countered enjoying the banter between them. Laughing lightly at Mozess' words of pulling pranks she said happily
"I'm not going to pull a couple of mere pranks better suited for frigthening 1st years, which I'm sure you've done plenty of if you're a real mischief maker." But she decided she wouldn't fully rise to the bait and blunder through claiming what she'd done many years ago, instead she said
"If I had a pensieve I'd show you, but as I haven't you'll just have to take my word for it, the duel just last week, I played an integral part in that, though the fight started for nothing I'm sure it's far better than anything you could ever achieve." She said in a tone calculated to provoke Mozess.

(ooc reference to "Relaxing for Lunch" she's about to play a part in that duel)

[Mozess Mirari]

She ignored Sophies patronizing words, raising her eyes to count ceiling tiles, as it seemed the most interesting thing to do at the moment. The Gryffindor girl was being absoloutly no fun at all. She sighed, resting her head on her fist, 'Forty eight... forty nine... sixty... sixty? No... BAH!' she thoguht, losing count. At the mention of a duel, however, Mozess smiled. She'd heard bits and pieces of news around the school about it, not particularly caring as no one she knew had been involved with it, but now she was glad she had heard what little she had... which was very little indeed, but Mozess thought she could build it up with enough random fluff to make it sound credible, 'Oh yes, that duel between... what's his face the Gryffindor, and the other what's his face the Hufflepuff?' she asked airily. 'From what I heard, you were simply the reason they got mad at each other and began to duel, then your Housemate asked a... Ravenclaw, was it? To be his second, while you were left out in the hall with a group of gaggling wall flowers,' she batted her eyelashes innocently, then pulled out her wand and began twirling it like a baton, 'You know, if you really did have something to brag about as far as dueling goes, I would've thought at least the Hufflepuff would've been wise enough to ask you to be his second, but didn't he fight solo? Hm, shame that...'

[extreme]

Torin sat down, about to open his books when a sudden verbal tennis match began in front of him. Gripping his quill tightly between his fingers, he widened his eyes, all studying forgotten. He wasn't ignorant to the term cat fight but one of those combined with the Gryffindor / Slytherin, famous, rivalry was enough to serve as a quadwizard task.

Fidgeting with the end of his quill, noticing they both reflected the comments off invisible shields quite nicely, giving back witty retorts in response, he finally looked mildly intersted at the mention of duels.

"Speaking of - " he bravely cut in, "duels, I'm sure the librarian over there is about ready to send you a few hexes of her own." Smirking just, he leaned forward and shrugged.

"Obviously the only way to settle this "all talk; no action" nonsense is to have a duel of your own." Raising an eyebrow challengingly, he looked at them each individually, before winking. "Of course, not in here. I'm sure that frail old librarian could take you both on."

[Mozess Mirari]

Mozess smiled darkly, 'Perhaps not the onlyy way...' her eyes turned a bright green. 'But for what I'm planning we'll need a judge, what's his face from Ravenclaw,' she said, as she still did not as of yet know the boys name.

She then turned to Sophie, 'That is, if you think you can handle it? What with all your pranking of first years and not being an awful dueller and such...' she said rolling her eyes. What she had in mind was a scavanger's hunt... of sorts, at least. More of a Pranker's hunt though.

She leaned back in her chair smuggly and waited for the reactions of both of the would-be participants of her little game. Oh this would be fun if they'd just agree to it...