[Beatrix Nott]

The day was normal as usual for Beatrix Nott. Listening to boring lectures, passing notes with Elysia, food. Now it was time to have a fag that she had been craving for. Mary-Janes clacked to the floor as she walked pass the offices of these stupid physiatrists. She had another appointment tomorrow and she was so looking forward to it. One person thinks they are going to open her up and for what benefit? Learning of her "tragic" life with a cruel father and a weak mother? It was too late to do anything. She had one more fucking year here then she is on her own.


Beatrix turned toward the darken corridor, not caring who saw her. For years this corridor has been forbidden and Bea didn't understand why. What is so dangerous about a dark, spiderweb infested corridor? Morons. Beatrix leaned against the wall as she grabbed one fag from the pack in her robes. With her wand neatly against the fag she casted the spell "Incendio." The fag lit up instantly and put it to her lips without coughing.


She'd been smoking since her third year and it had been a huge stress reliever for her. Though Collins hated her habit, she said she's quitting. Of course it was a utter lie. Right now she felt as if she would smoke in front of him just to annoy him. After all he deserved it. Men are so oblivious, it's not funny. She was his best friend and he's dating that stupid bitch. Beatrix's anger was all over her once expressionless face.


She blew a smoke ring and watched dully as the smoke began to shape into random stuff like hammer hitting a duck. She raised a brow at the smoke image. Who the hell came up with this stuff? The golden blond girl swatted the smoke away and it evaporated into the air. She was in no mood to watch fag smoke do stupid stuff. Study hall periods were so tedious she came in here to pass the time. The common room or the library seemed more fun than this. Then again, she was alone and she liked it that way.

[Evander Snape]

There was one class that Evander Snape really hated: Herbology. He was apparently pretty good at it, but to be honest it was a core. What was the use of knowing how to replant a flower that he would never have in his garden? He doubted that even his parents had it in the garden, Severus preferred to buy his ingredients instead of getting his own; sure it was much more expensive but then you knew that the quality of the indigence were good. He didn't like that, but he knew some about different plants; again Severus Snape had taught his son well in that area. But other it was just another useless class for him. Except for Potions, which he was one of the best students in the sixth grade. But he knew that his dad wasn't too kind to him: one wrong answer and he lost five or ten points for Slytherin and it was hard for him to earn points as well. He hated the fact that his dad was the Potions Master.


Evander was now walking on the third floor, heading for the forbidden corridor. That was his secret hideout sometimes - especially when the need of a cigarette were too big. He had his hand in his pocket, holding onto the packet of fags. He turned the corner and opened the door that went into the forbidden corridor, looking back to see if someone was following him. Evander closed the door behind him and fished up the packet of cigarettes and lit one with the help of his wand and the oh, so classic spell Incendio. The corridor had a torch hanging from the walls every second metres, making the corridor rather dark if you compared it to any other corridor.


That was when he noticed someone leaning against the wall. Evander tried to focus on the other witch - he could see long hair and a skirt, but now who it was. But when he recognized the long golden hair...Beatrix. For a second he wondered what she was doing there before he understood that she was here in the same business as he was. Smoking. Last summer they had stood outside the Snape Manor and smoked; to Hermione's dislike. She still didn't like that her son had picked up smoking at such an early age and disliked her cousin's son even more for getting him started on it. But she had finally given up on nagging on him for quitting. There was no use, he had no intentions of giving up smoking; it was one of the things that kept him sane in this castle.


Evander ran a hand through his hair and took a long drag of the cigarette. "Now look what the cat's dragged in," he teased and leaned, following her example, against the wall just half a metre from Bea. He watched her, knowing that she would get pissed off by his comment. She was a lot like him; she liked to be alone and had one hell of a temper. Maybe that was why he liked her...And didn't. He had such mixed feelings for his older sister's best friend. One day they came along just fine and the next they were almost about to duel. But he loved to tease her as if she was one of his sisters; just so that he could see her getting pissed off. He could read her eyes pretty well and knew when she was angry, even though her face could be expressionless.

[Beatrix Nott]

Beatrix didn't notice anyone in the world around her. It was just her and the walls. Of course with the occasional visit from the rodents and spiders. It didn't phase her much though since it was easy to kill them. Bea stomped out her fag then bending down to look through her book bag. She might as well find that book that she was reading. Bea was pretty much a bookworm when it came down to it. Even though her mother is kind of detached to her children, she encouraged her to read.


She read The Wind of War for most of the summer since she was stuck at home this time. She stayed with Elysia's family for two weeks until her sister owled her. Apparently father went out on another alcoholic rage and hurt her. Being the big sister she was, she went home and stayed with her. Sometimes she wished father Theodore died a horrible, painful death. Not all dreams can come true, right? Just when she found War and Remembrance, she heard a familiar voice.



"Now look what the cat's dragged in,"



Beatrix's gaze looked in angry annoyance (if that made sense) at the boy that was now following her example. Great it was Evander Snape, the only boy in the Snape-Granger household. Sometimes she wonder how he could deal with his sisters, specially Elysia. They both "hated" each other, no doubt about it. Beatrix though didn't hate him, he just annoyed her. Hey, it was better than acting on her rage and completely and utterly hate him. A slight cold smirk came across her face "Why isn't it little Eva" she teased back, but came out more like an insult.


Beatrix knew she just hit a soft spot there and didn't care. Evander didn't scare her much but she didn't underestimate him. He was pretty good dueler, not too impressive though. She held put her book back in her bag, figuring that it wasn't worth it. The book was utterly complicated and she needed to follow it carefully. "So you have a free period or you ditched class?" she asked, her gaze shifting back to him. She didn't care really, she just didn't want to lean against the wall in awkward silence.


[ooc: Gah! >< Beatrix is usually much meaner...]