Looking for trouble ((Spencer))

[kris]

„Wingardium Leviosa,“ Kris muttered with a cool flick of his wand. The luod yell coming from the Gryfifndor third year was quickly muflfes with a calm „Silencio!“ and Kris smirked knowing the spell had worked. The third year boy would now be hanging upside-down from the ceiling of the rather rarely-used hallway. And Kris hadn’t even spilled his coffee. Sauntering forward lazily Kris travelled down the numerous hallways until finally reaching the hallway. Not bothering to look at any way Kris slowly made his way to the back finding a secluded corner for himself with the help of Morrigan and his walking cane.

Standing next to the stacks of books Kris chose out one on potions before rather gracefully dropping himself in a chair. Leaning back Kris balanced the chair on it’s two legs and threw his legs carelessly on the table in front of him. Sure, it wasn’t allowed and it wasn’t allowed to bring drinks to the library either. Casting a quick charm on the book so he would be able to read it in braile, Kris leaned his right hand calmly on the book starting to glide his fingers over the text. Despite the pads of his fingers being a little roughened form the work he did – had done at least – Kris’s fingers were rather sensitive. He had worked with different animals for years – it had given him the required tenderness and accuracy to be able to read braile without any problems. Even if it would give madam Pince one more reason to go crazy. Not that he really cared about it.

Sipping on his cup of strong black coffee Kris read calmly while Morrigan playfully ran up and down his arms tugging lightly on his fingers while trying to show it’s strength. Morrigan was practically a ball of black fur – not much of strength hidden in her. But she had character to make up for it. As playful and fun-loving animal who needed attention and petting – Morrigan had jumped with her claws extracted at more than one person she didn’t like. Kris liked character in his pets so he dind’t mind the least. No one deared to hurt Morrigan back certainly as for that they would have to go through Kris. And surprisingly many people backed away from a straight confrontation with him. Kris smirked as ared-headed face of a 5th year Ravenclaw flashed trhough his head at the thought, tooka sip of coffee and returned to reading his book.

[sweetspence0365]

Yep. That was right. Librarys officially were no good. They were never quiet as they should be, and they always smelled. Plus, to top it off - they were always so crowded. It sucked. Spencer sighed as she stood at the entrance to the library, looking at all the students as they worked and chatted. She held her coffee - which wasn't allowed but, oh well - in her right hand, and her bag was slung over her shoulder nicely so it dangled by her left side. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head - and she wore athletic pants and a tank top with a Chuddley Canons sweatshirt on over it. Yes - she was out of her uniform, but really; if one thought about it, it didn't matter. Classes were over and it was a Friday.

Where to sit, where to sit? Considering it was crowded - there weren't many places to sit, and Spencer normally would just walk up to someone and ask to sit with them if she wasn't feeling out of her element today. She bit her bottom lip and let her eyes search the library once more before thinking about turning around and just finding an empty classroom. Of course, that was just as dangerous as asking someone if she could sit with them. She might just run into a clumsy Ravenclaw third year in one of those empty classrooms. Not that she didn't like Stewart - he was one of her favourite people, but she was sure it would appear she was stalking him if she ended up entering the same room he was in again. Wait. Rewind. Pause. Table with only one person there. Meh. Slytherin. But really, the only table that she would even consider going to. Why? She wasn't sure. But...meh.

Shifting her bag so it settled nicely on her shoulder, she made her way to the table with the Slytherin. Wait. There was something...oh no. Spencer stopped in her tracks. No. That Slytherin was the blind one. No wait. That sounded cruel and mean. She meant, he was the one who had gotten wounded when the Death Eaters had attacked the train. The whole school had been talking about it. He was blind now - and there had been word of him being rather mean to people. Worse than usual. Spencer chewed on her lip again before breathing in and wondering if she should attempt to sit there. What harm could there be? Well - he could curse her. But would he honestly? She decided to find out.

"May I sit here?" She asked in a voice that was clear and confident - while inside she was shaking.

[kris]

The potions book turned out to be rather useful in the end. Well, perhaps the potions described weren’t really the most unique or best described but the history part was wonderful. How different potions were discovered, tests... It even mused on the topic of how close the alchemy medieval muggles has tried to do was connected to the art of nowadays potions. Not bad really. Kris smirked while taking a sip of the burning hot coffee. Too bad none of such books taught English-people how to make proper coffee. At least most of them seemed to be terrible at it.

Morrigan shifted on Kris’s shoulder letting out a quiet meow and Kris’s ears caught the distinguishable sound of footsteps. Not that footsteps were unusual at the library. But these specific foot-steps were approaching him. Not Dana’s, or Cleos or Marys. Not Danika, Smantha or any of the friends who might be appraoching Kris. He had learned to recognize their footsteps. A moment later rather clear voice asked if she was allowed to sit down. A girl, not muttering for once and trying to sound brave. Stupid really to come and ask such a thing from Kris, but at least the girl had been halway polite. Toying with the idea of thworing in an insult Kris figured that he was feeling tolerable enough to elt the girl go. Instead he just asnwered with a sharp: „No.“
Shifting his boots on the table calmly making sure not to tilt his chair back too far so he wouldn’t loose his balance Kris turned the page as hisf igners started to glide over the ilnes of text once again.

[sweetspence0365]

Spencer raised an eyebrow; "Hmm.." She said before sliding down into a seat that wasn't too near him but still at his table. She was going to sit there whether he liked it or not. There was no place else to sit and Spencer really didn't feel like finding an empty classroom to do her work in, "Quick to answer aren't you? I'm sorry to say there are no other seats to sit in, therefore I will be sitting here. If you have a problem with it - you will have to physically remove me from this seat, and I'm sure Madame Pince wouldn't like that very much." Spencer shot him a quick look - making sure, or at least making a bit sure, that he wouldn't actually pick her up or cast a spell on her to remove her from the chair she was sitting in.

She pulled out her book and her notebook and pencil, two very muggle things but none the less - they worked and besides; she was part muggle born, was she not? After she had set everything out, she opened her book where her bookmarker was and started to read - while her right hand glided gracefully over the notebook taking notes as she read. Her hand writing was neat, not swirly like those other girls, but neat and looked like it could be written by someone that was perfect. Spencer had always been teased how she had perfect handwriting, yet she was the most unperfect girl in the world. That didn't bother her, but it still got rather annoying remembering it everytime she wrote a word on anything! After she had finished about half a page of notes, Spencer allowed a glance out fo the corner of her eye at the boy.

She then went back to her book, but wondering - how was it being blind at a school like this? Spencer couldn't imagine it. Surely, he had a walking stick and such - but wouldn't it be a bit harder, especially since the classes most of them involve sight. He lost one of his five sense - which are all very important in the magic communtiy. How was he making due? Maybe it was rude of Spencer to wonder, but how was it possible? She bit her lip to stop herself from saying anything that could come across as rude - and went back to taking notes. Not that, that would help any. She would just think about this later on in the day.

[kris]

Kris’s hand was sliding calmly over the text of the book on his lap but not with his complete attention. Part of his attention was turned at the girl who had bene silly enough to actually approach him. And as it turned out he was correct to be wary. „Do you have problems with your ears? Or do you simply have clue deficient disorder? Are a basket case, not the brightest bulb on the tree, a couplet short of a sonnet, a syllable short of a haiku, couple of players short of a Quidditch team? Not the fastest broom in the shed? Choose yourself which description is easy enough for you to understand for the insult it stands for,” Kris drawled out lazily turning his head slowly towards the direction the sound of a quill scribbling away on paper sounded. Morrigan stretched and jumped onto the table after running down Kris’s leg as Kris shifted himself rather arrogantly throwing one of his black boots with the steeled toe on the girls work. Actually it had been a rather uneducated guess as to where her work had been but the scribbling seemed to have stopped so Kris figured he might had succeeded.

“I said NO. Nein, night, non, нет, ei, eipä, nej - whatever language is more understandable for you. Saying ‘No’ generally means you aren’t allowed to do something. But since you are so fond of me as to stick around…” Kris flicked the wand that had easily slipped between his fingers from his sleeve. Muttering the calm incantation Kris smirked. He hadn’t even tried to remove the girl from her chair. No. Kris had done something far more effective. He had added glue to the seat, armrests and back of the chair making sure that if the girl was sitting she would stay seated until madam Pince would try to throw her out after the library was closed for the day. The spell on his part work. Kris simply didn’t have any means to check how effective it had been – how much of Spencer had gotten stuck?

As his legs weren’t noticeably higher from the table-top Kris figured that his boot wasn’t resting on a book. As for notes or some random drawing or parchment being drooled on, Kris didn’t care. The sound of tearing paper was much more satisfacting anyway as Kris shifted his legs back to the position they had been previously and returned his attention to his book while his wand was still being held ready in his hand. Who knew what the girl would think of doing? Kris never wanted to be caught unawares again.

[sweetspence0365]

"I wasn't aware," Spencer stated lightly, "That trees contained bulbs that lit. Well, then again, there is a Christmas tree - but not many of those bulbs are bright either, are they? I mean, sure, you have your above average bright bulbs - but then there's the bulbs that aren't very bright and are coloured. So really, who's to say that I'm not a bright bulb? And if I'm not, then who's to say you are?" Spencer raised a quick eyebrow in question before crossing her legs and resting against her seat, her arms crossed, as the boy continued to rant. He started saying no in different languages, slightly impressed, Spencer smiled - "Ah yes, but if I had actually listened to you what fun would there be in that?"

It was then she allowed herself to glance at her notes, which were now extremely torn up. She shrugged - they weren't anything she couldn't redo. It did make her mad a little though when he took out his wand and somehow made her stick to the chair so she could hardly move. Spencer shifted, or tried to, and sent a sharp glare at the Slytherin. Why had she dared to sit here? Oh, that was right, there was no other place to sit. Spencer sighed, defeated, and gave up; "I'm sorry I sat at this table. Apparently someone's head is too big and is taking up all the room to even start with."

She sighed and looked around the library a bit. Didn't anyone notice this boy holding her at wand point? Nope. Of course not. Why? Because this school was full of imbeciles. Spencer felt herself getting annoyed of how stupid the professors and students were at Hogwarts. Never had she felt herself to be agitated with her classmates like she was now - but then again; she was never glued to a chair across from a Slytherin who was blind and rather arrogant.

[kris]

Kris smirked lazily at towards his book: „Never said I was exceptionally bright. You are the one who just brought up MY IQ level. Really, you are following me to a table in the library where you’re not wanted, keep trying to hold up a conversation with me and insist on not leaving. Perhpas I should get a warrant from the Ministry to stop you from stalking me out of the library?“ Morrigan meowed quietly rubbing herself against Kris’s ankle. Raising an eye-brow at the kitten who rather obviously demanded to be picked up from the table again Kris mentally rolled her eyes. Human, fox, dog, horse or kitten – all females swere demanding. Thier needs had to be catered first. Really, Morrigan was merely a ball of fluff! On what ground did she make demands? Morrigan however meowed again and Kris shifted in his chair rather awkwardly before he leant forward and let Morrigan jump on his hand. Feeling much better when he could resume the position he had been sitting in before with Morrigna now purring much more comfortably on his lap Kris was glad that he hadn’t lost his balance.

Kris flexed his wrist lazily as his wand was withdrawn behind his fingers. Not wholly back at his sleeve at the special pocket for it there but hidden from view. His fingers comvering the tip of the wand Kris was rather sure that it was out of the girl’s view as well. What was he supposed to do with the girl. He was sure it would be noticed if he would cast Silencio as well. So that really wasn’t a good option. But perhaps he could scare the girl to be quiet? Or anger her enough to make her not talk just to try and spite Kris? The outcome would be good by whatever means it was done. Or Kris could simply ignore her unti lthe girl would shut up and get the point of not offering her company to people who didn’t want it. More specifically – would learn to stay away from Kris.

Taking a sip of his cup of coffee Kris just sat back and waited patiently as to what the girl would do or decide. For a biref moment Kris wondered what would happen if she would yell for help. Kris disregarded that thought carelessly however. How could poor little blind him ever cast a curse on someone? Dana and Cleo and some other chosen friends could recognize his handwork rather immidiately Kris supposed, but it wasn’t very likely for them to say anything against him at such a case.

[sweetspence0365]

"Stalking?" Spencer scoffed, "You?! Please! Don't flatter yourself. There is no way I would ever stalk you, even if you were the last guy on the face of the planet, I would rather stalk a goat." She glared at him, wondering if he could feel her blue eyes on him, but continued talking; "Then again, maybe I would stalk you - just to aggrivate you, or frighten you. After all - aren't I a frightening creature? I talk to much, and I sit where I am not welcome. But, if I hadn't actually sat here, imagine you would be able to read in peace and I would have notes that weren't ripped. Oh, and you wouldn't have figured out you have a stalker."

She licked her lips, which were cracking slightly because she was thirsty - and her eyes wandered over to her coffee. Hmm. Spencer looked at Kris again and raised an eyebrow, wondering if he would be nice enough - or decent enough to hand her it. Probably not. But it was worth a shot. As she cleared her throat and said; "Now, as we are both here, one of us rather glued to a chair at the moment - would you make yourself useful and hand me my coffee which is place right by your left ankle?" She worked her hand toward her bag, which was hanging on the left shoulder of the chair. Being glued to the chair made it a bit harder to actually move to the bag, so she had to make the bag move to her. She started to rock back and forth gently, so it didn't make too much noise. Finally the bag reached her left hand's fingertips and she yanked on it. It slid off gracefully and landed in her lap.

Now, all she had to do was get her wand. Spencer stretched her fingers to the sling that she would put over her shoulder when carrying the bag, and pulled on it until she could reach inside of it - where her wand lay. The bag came down further, much further actually than she needed it to, and finally she could grasp her wand by the handle whereas everything else tumbled out of the bag and onto the ground. She wasn't worried about that right now. The potion vials would hold, and her quills weren't going to break. It was all ok. Now her mind began to work. Which spell would undo this one? Spencer chewed her lower lip in thought. She wasn't sure.

[kris]

And the girl kept babbling. Kris arched one of his eyebrows lazily as the girl started ranting about stalkers. „Poor goat,“ Kris commented coolly ignoring the rest of the monologue that came after it. Quite frankly after hearing the word stalking once again Kris had tuned the girl off listening onyl to make sure some curse wasn’t flying his way. Kris windered idly who the girl even was? The comment about the notes made Kris smirk at the book in his lap. So he had been able to succeed. In doing some damage. Kris mentally congratulted himself while making a mental note to make sure the heel of his boots wasn’t smudged with ink now.

„Your coffee?“ Kris took a calm sip of his own cappuccino while bending his left knee slightly. „Morrigan,“ came the quiet order and Morrigan ran down his leg once again up to giving a spiteful meow. Shifting his leg so the toe was touching the cup Kris let Morrigan run back up his leg to curl down in his lap again. „This cup?“ Kris asked with mock sweetness as he placed the toe of his left boot under the ear of the cup and rather suddenly jerked the cup upwards sending it flying from the table.
„Oh, I’m so sorry. Weren’t you able to catch it?“ Kris asked while slipping his wand back between his fingers. He had casted a charm at the same moment he flipped over the coffee cup. He didn’t care about the floors or table – the houseelves would clean those. But Kris had amde sure all books in the vicinity were protect from getting hit with coffee and therefore taking water-damage. Kris valued books and knowledge after all.

Kris didn’t apprantly move at all at the crash sounding. Most likely the girl’s things dropping onto the floor. And most likely the girl now had her wand. Kris silently had to wonder who was stupid enough to carry their wands in their bags where they wouldn’t have immidiate reach for them after the Express attack – which made a muscle in Kris’s jaw clench as he thought of it – and the attack on Hogwarts own castle at the end of last year. Whiel nothing changed in his appearance Kris was now concentrated on blocking some curse that might come his way. Just about as read as a tiger ready to pound on it’s prey even if he might look still as lounging as ever before.