Can I Help You? (Kitty)

[Ian McCain H6]

Ian threw the book from his lap. Why had he even bothered to try and read it? Oh, yea Katharina sent it to him. However, Ian didn't understand why she would send him such a book. She knew that he hated Quidditch. Being Ian's mother, of course she had to know that. Katharina knew a lot about Ian. She had raised him of course, but did she really think sending him a Quidditch book would thirst his knowledge for the game? Quidditch was something Ian had no passion for what so ever. Well, that and any other sport. The only sport that mildly entertained him was fencing. It was the only sport that Ian felt in control. And that was just how he wanted to feel. But, Quidditch? Honestly, what is so thrilling about flying about a dirty pitch while dodging bludgers and getting hit by mudbloods? Ian would much rather rot. Of course Katharina wanted him to be a well rounded man. This thought merely made him snicker. Ian Kiel, well rounded? Was anything more funny? Ian glanced at the book across the room from him. He didn't have a use for it, so maybe another Slytherin would.

Ian pushed himself up from the chair he had been laying in down in the Slytherin Common Room. He was so bored of being in a place that didn't even have windows. After all, it was under the lake. Ian stormed from the room. He really did hate it. The Common Room was so damp and unnecessary. Didn' the Gryffindors get a tower or something? Then why were the Slytherins forced under the school? It didn't make any sense to him and it had been a fact Ian had pondered since his first year at the school. Ian pulled his sunglasses from his cloak pocket and put them on his head. Why were sunglasses only for outside anyways? Ian preferred to wear them whenever he felt like it. Within a matter of moments, Ian had left the dungeons which he hated so much. Just because he was a Slytherin didn't mean he relished being away from everyone under a lake. Ian didn't mind some of the students at Hogwarts. Of course, most of the pupils that fit under that category were Ravenclaws.

Where was he going anyway? Ian didn't know actually. He didn't care either. The castle was big enough for him to do anything he wanted. Besides, with one wrong turn, you could always find a new room or something else to keep you occupied. Ian did like that about the classroom. You could always find the strangest of things there. Of course, the dungeons were the same. Ian had of course like everyone else heard stories about Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. That of course, happened Ian's first year at Hogwarts. Man, didn't Potter ever rest. Every year something else happened that he was involved in. It was almost like he needed a manager to manage all the encounters with the Dark Lord he would be attending. Well, Ian knew people had looked for the chamber after the incident. Most of them were told where it was. Ian didn't remember nor did he care, but ti was still fascinating to know you could always find it is you wanted to.

Ian walked further. He went up stairs and down halls not really sure of his destination. He was in the sort of mood to just meander around and he didn't mind it at all. Finally, Ian came upon an empty hall. No students seemed to be near. So, he strolled into a classroom. It was empty and just a plain classroom. Ian entered calmly. There were posters for dark arts spells on the walls. He was actually tempted to practice, which was something Ian rarely did. But, he was bored so what the heck. Ian took out his wand. Practicing just the once couldn't hurt, right? He looked at a desk, took his wand out and pointed it at the desk. "Iaculari!" He ordered. Ian watched as the spell took place and the desk was thrown across the room ending with a large band. Ian grimaced. However, he turned to find someone at the door. "Can I help you?" Ian asked with his thick German accent coming out along with the sarcasm.

[Kitty Swann]

Kitty paraded about Hogwarts without a single thought in her head. All she wanted to do was have some fun, but everyone else seemed in a somber mood. She understood that Death Eaters had attacked, of course she did! She had to, for it was everywhere! But, instead of being all sad, didn't the attacked need to see some happiness? Pity wasn't doing them any good, and Kitty liked to believe that seeing happiness made them want to recover instead of joining a world of gloom. So there! She was going to be happy and let everyone know it too. Her first whim was to sing Jingle Bells at the top of her lungs in the midst of a crowd since it was June and would obviously get people going, but instead settled for a normal inside voice.

"Jingle Bells! Batman smells! Robin laid an egg! The batmobile lost its wheel and the Joker joined ballet, hey!" She caught quite a few curious glance and a few muffled laughs at her "stupidity," but other then that she was ignored. Kitty didn't like being ignored. Traipizing down the hallway, she found that she no longer wanted to be with people. Lately her moods had been swinging everywhere; left, right, backwards, forwards and side to side. She no longer could tell what things would make her tick or make her explode with hyperness. Perhaps it was because Dad was in the hospital because he was dreadfully low on a few important nutrients like iron. It had to be the cause of her general mood swings and it didn't help that all Hogwarts was in the dumps. She felt like the only bright star out there at times and she didn't like it. It was fun to shine for a while but some thought of her as stupid for trying to make people laugh and others laughed at her because they thought she was stupid. She only was trying to help.

With a sigh, Kitty began walking down an empty corridor, listening only to the sound of her sneakers scruffing the floor as she had difficulty picking up her feet. The sound echoed along the hall and soon, to rid herself of the terrible silence, Kitty sang Jingle Bells again. "Jingle Bells! Batman smells! Robin laid an egg. The batmo- " Crash! Kitty jumped to the side as something hit the door she had been passing by on the other side. Leaning against the wall, Kitty pulled out her wand on instinct and waited for it to happen again. Nothing. Curiousity got the better of her so she opened the door and peeked inside. A guy was in there, wand outstretched and before Kitty was a strewn desk; obviously it had made the crash. Kitty frowned and looked up at the guy who she didn't know. "Did you make that desk do that, or was it trying to attack me?" She asked, still frowning. "Desks don't like me very much, nope, so I wouldn't be surprised if it ran into the door to, like, get me. Once, one came out of no where, see, and tripped me!" Kitty explained, nodding. "Either that or you hit it against the door. But what did the desk do to you?"

[Ian McCain H6]

Ian glared at the girl before him. Why so much talking? He had only asked one blasted question not a biography of her life. Ian lowered his wand from the desk now across the room. He looked back at the girl. She was obviously a lot younger than him and by just listening to her speak; she was most likely a Hufflepuff. Ian knew not all Hufflepuff were the same, but they all seemed like it to him. Most of them were always smiling or laughing. Some were more somber, but Ian hadn't actually taken too much time to notice any of them. Hufflepuffs. Could humans come any more annoying? Well, there were a few Slytherin girls that really did get on his nerves. Especially the kind that talked about how horrible Hogwarts was or how stupid mudbloods were 24, 7. Yes, Ian knew all this, but did he really have to listen to it any longer. These were the most annoying people in Ian's mind and by the sounds of it; this girl would make the list. The list of people Ian hated that he kept in the back of his mind. Did everyone do that or just Ian? Oh, well it didn’t really matter did it? Ian backed up a little and leaned towards the wall. It had been such a boring day he needed a moment to relax. However, it seemed impossible with this girl around.

Ian glanced at the girl again. So annoying and yet so young. “If I was trying to get the desk to attack you, it would have made a mark, a deep mark.” He said with a mischievous grin on his face. Sometimes, Ian wasn’t so bad to younger students, but he wasn’t in the nice, giving sort of mood. Usually, he let students that bugged him off with a warning, but he didn’t really know what would happen with this one. The girl then started talking about how desks didn’t like her too much. Ian leaned his head against the wall not really listening. She just kept talking and Ian just didn’t want to listen. He didn’t even pretend to, he just caught a few words. Ian finally propped his head up. “I’m sure there after you seeing that random objects often try to attack people for no reason. I mean stuffed bunnies are vicious.” Ian said letting his joking sarcasm flare out. Well, he couldn’t help it. Some people thought Slytherins could never joke. How far from the truth was that? Pretty darn.

Ian relaxed himself again staring at the girl every now and again. “So, is talking a big hobby of yours or did someone hex you one day for sheer fun?” Ian said taking his sunglasses from his pocket and putting them on his head. He liked the look it gave him. Besides, Ian naturally didn’t like light. Ian finally stood up. “I was practicing spells that you have probably never even heard of. No Hufflepuff would. That is what you are, isn’t it?” Ian asked with his cocky way. Okay, well sometimes he could be semi nice. Now, he just wasn’t in the mood. Ian soon got bored and looked at the desk again. “Iaculari!” He called once again. It landed very near the girl. “Want a try?” He said looking at her. Ian waited tapping his impatient foot. What can he say, boredom and mudbloods go together.

[Kitty Swann]

"Ooh, look at me tremble!" Kitty cried as she pretended to shake all over. Meanie Slyth this guy was. No fun at all, nope. Just boring old back-slapping remarks that stung like heck. She wanted to smack him good, make him hurt, but that was beyond being beyond so she rather decided to stick her tongue out at him. He wasn't being very conversational either, leaning his head against the wall when she talked and he might as well have rolled his eyes for an extra touch. Kitty found him highly annoying and regarded him with pity more then anything else, even frustration. She wasn't sure why she felt sorry for him or any other Slytherin. Maybe it was because being mean the whole time wasn't a life for anyone to live. Or maybe because they were a thorn in her side and wanted to get them riled. Whichever it was, Kitty found them pitiful and sympathized deeply for them, even if they thought of themselves very well off. They needed a good reality check, only thing was - it wasn't going to come from Kitty.

"Stuffed bunnies?" Kitty frowned. "Bunnies are cute and cuddly, not vicious. The one with red eyes are 'braculas.' Get it? Bunnies plus Dracula equals bracula. Or it could be 'draculinnies,' if you so like." she grinned as she realized she was probably getting on his nerves and decided to play innocent. With wide eyes she nodded. "Inanimate objects do attack. We boss them around all the time, so they want revenge. Whether it be tripping us or a wall appearing out of no where, I believe that lots of pain will come from this. Especially by your head and knee area," she said seriously. It had happened before. She had been walking down a hallway she wasn't familiar with in probably her first year and all the sudden ran into something solid! Yet nothing was there! Amazing yet simply bizarre when she had to run to the Hospital Wing because of a nasty nosebleed. She kept these thoughts to herself though, unusual for Kitty who was nearly always speaking her mind, never keeping anything to herself.

"Nope, no one hexed me or anything. I have A.D.H.D." she said proudly, grinning profoundly. "You'd think I'd be ashamed, you know, but actually it's rather fun. I'm the life of the party for the most part... but you wouldn't understand that, now would you?" she asked, raising her brows challengingly. She wasn't sure what she wanted from him. She wasn't even sure what she had meant by it. Things usually left her mouth without any thought process going on, so it wasn't any surprise she couldn't understand herself at times. With a suppressed smile, Kitty shook her head. "Nay good sir, I'd rather you continue practicing with the desk. Least a Professor or Prefect hears my screams and comes marching in to take away more House Points from Slytherin. Pity that you guys are in third place, eh? Well, I'm all good with it. First place for the Huffles!" she refrained from adding, and we deserve it too! It would have been too bittersweet for her to handle. Being so mean and passionate at the same time was like being a lie. Kitty didn't like lies. "How come Slytherins are always mean?" she queried, drawing the question out of thin air. "Why can't you guys give it a rest? I mean, what's a life without some happiness, and all of you are practically depriving yourselves of that by making distance between you and good people. It's not just you - I don't know you. It's everyone. I s'pose you'd know considering all Slytherins act the same. Is it peer pressure or something?"

[Ian McCain H6]

Ian gave a weird sort of laugh when the girl stuck her tongue out at him. She was sort of amazing, actually. Well, in a weird pathetic sort of way. Ian usually did get along with most younger girls, but most of them were younger Slyths or Ravenclaws. Ian didn't have much taste for Hufflepuffs. They never seemed to quit yapping. I mean couldn't they at least control their mouths? It wasn't that hard. Ian stood from his relaxed position. He actually wasn't in the mood to hurt the girl. Besides, she was sort of cute in a mudblood traitor sort of way. Ian would rather just give her a piece of his mind. He stared at her with a mischievous look on his face, like always as she started to reply to his stuffed bunny comment. Geez, with the talking. Ian knew Hufflepuffs loved to talk, but this one should win a mudblood talking award or something. She would probably be proud of it though. Ian was pretty sure of that. She was looking completely stupid making words out of thin air. Yep, this little Huffle wouldn't be Ian's friend probably. Ian actually wasn't apposed to the idea of dating fourth years, but not outside of Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Some of those six year Slytherins were just to stuck up for Ian. He wanted a girl who could hold her own wait.

"I rather prefer draculinnies myself." He said yawning. "Even though the whole making up words thing is completely worthless because it's not like anyone besides you will use it." Ian shut his eyes for a brief moment. He was pretty tired now. "My philosophy is that if you must make up something, make it for the world to use." Ian stood straight now know that falling was not a good option for the moment. Ian listened as the girl went of to day that inanimate do attack. Ian gave her a curious look. "Really? Do they have brains too? Could you marry one because that window and you are just darling together." Ian said using his sarcasm again. Boy, did he love using that. I mean it was too much fun not too. Ian hated that some Slytherin used up the dark and mysterious type to its full extent. Some he had never even heard talk and other were plain scary acting at moments. Ia himself didn't know most of them. He had spent his early Hogwarts years devising a plan to convince his mother Durmstrang was a better option. However, she never gave in.

The girl then proudly announced that she had A.D.H.D. Oh, goody a loopy girl that Ian could use to hurt her mentally. Ian didn't believe it was really a disorder. True, there was evidence that it a was, but Ian still disagreed. It was all in there mind surely. They just want a bit of attention. And they got it. But, usually people thought of them as stupid little hyper twits. Didn't they know that? Oh, well. The girl went on to say that she was the life of the party usually, but Ian wouldn't understand. He laughed with a strange orra about it. Ian didn't need to explain himself to her. "You don't know me at all little girl, so don't act like you do." He said calmly not showing one sign of anger in his voice. Because, this little Huffle wouldn't bother him one bit no matter what she did. She then randomly started talking about that if he hurt her professors would take off house points and then she commented about how Hufflepuff was in the lead. He gave an awkward chuckle. "Come, now. I never said I would hurt you. Learn English please." He said calmly. "Oh, darn the stupid Huffles will win. Should I go cry now?" He said sarcastically. Ian shook his head. "In don't care about house pride. Yippee!" He joked with a high voice. "I've never been to a Quidditch game, I've never bothered with that house point crap because Hogwarts is just a phase in my life that ends by next year." Ian let out. "And that is something I am happy about. This hell whole can only last so long." The girl went on to talk about a whole bunch of stuff Ian didn't care about at all. "Peer pressure? No, my dear we don't believe in that crap." He said calmly. "We act this way because it's our duty and we can. Besides, you would never understand. More than half of the Hogwarts Slytherins will have to run a mansion and a life that they didn't ask for. Some of them are happy, some not so much. You my friend, will never know the feeling of someone hand delivering a life that you never wanted." He said leaning against the wall again waiting for the Huffle to respond.