The Night Will Go As Follows ((Randy))

[Bevin Banes G6]

Bevin, aside from breaking hearts, really had no talents. She could read, write, speak, sing, and shop all with a skill that most would envy if they envied those sorts of things, but other than that, she really did not have any skill whatsoever. She hated heights, so she couldn’t play Quidditch. She could waltz, but any other form of dancing (aside from the dirty kind) was out of question. She couldn't play the piano or any other instrument because her hands were too small. In truth, the only thing Bevin was any good at was wit, lewd comments, flirting, and anything else that fell into this specific category. She was good at styling outfits, as well, but that skill wasn't really useful at Hogwarts – considering everyone wore the same thing. However, Bevin was rather good at making her uniform a little bit different; her skirt a little bit shorter, her tops a little bit tighter, etc. These skills, as fun as they were, proved useless when Bevin was looking for something to do at school. It wasn't quite late enough to get drunk enough to find a random guy to make out with, and so she was stuck – wandering the grounds after dinner.

She didn't quite like being alone after dark, even after dark at school. It was a good thing that the sun wasn't completely set yet, otherwise she might have been scared out of her wits. Bevin folded her arms over her chest as she walked along the lake's edge, her eyes straight ahead as she held her head up high. Today had been a rather uneventful day; what with the charity benefit that had been over the weekend, the school week just seemed so dull compared to the rest of the world in which she belonged. Bevin was the type of girl who needed to be entertained endlessly, she had to have something stimulating her – whether it be a challenge, or banter, or whatnot. The trees, the lake, all of this nature crap really didn't do any of that for her. Bevin kicked at a nearby pebble and watched it skip ahead of her against the dirt and grass. Seriously? She was kicking rocks now? Good God, she was terribly bored. Bevin hated the end of the school year for this basic reason. No homework, nothing good to do, no studies to work around, no sneaking off to do. It was just bland and boring. She hated that. She hated school.

There was a slight breeze that pulled her long brown hair over her right shoulder, her skirt tickling the base of her thigh. Her heeled boots sunk into the wet, soft, ground and Bevin made a mental note to make sure her boots were cleaned before she wore them for class tomorrow. She always had to look her best and mud on the stiletto heel was not considered 'best.' Bevin, while at school or anywhere else for that matter, was constantly under sharp watch by her peers, the adults, or her parents' friends. She needed to appear perfect, one hundred percent happy, and in control of her hectic life. It wasn't too hard to do. She always had a guy on her arm, she was always smiling, and she always looked amazing. If someone was watching her at this moment, though, that would be debatable. Her look of boredom could be taken as a look of utter disgust – which it nearly was: disgust for boredom.

Bevin ran her fingers through her hair and continued along the shoreline before turning and walking up the path. The sun was setting even more now and Bevin wanted to hurry back up to the castle so she could finally get something to drink. As she neared the castle, she saw an approaching blonde figure. She, for it was a she this Bevin was certain of, was too far away for Bevin to actually identify, and normally because the figure was a she Bevin would pay no attention to her. But Bevin was so incredibly bored, that she actually – for once – desire company of someone other than the male sex. They neared each other and just before passing, Bevin touched the girl on the shoulder and said; "You're Randy Kerr, aren't you?" It was a question that didn't need answering, Bevin knew everyone in her year, "Wow. Hi. I'm Bevin Banes." Perhaps Randy could see through the false friendliness, but hell, Bevin wanted company.

[Randy Kerr]

“And then she slapped him! It was the best thing ever!” Missy gabbed as the group of girls giggled. Well all of them except for a Miss Randy Kerr who would never quite understand the whole gossip circle thing. Well she understood that they stood around and gossiped in a circle. Duh. But what was the point? Randy would rather be in class than this, but she wouldn’t dare say that. Randy wasn’t an outsider. She was a people-person. She had tons of friends simply because she was usually easy to get along with besides her frequent bitterness, but that was only when the person deserved it. Randy kept eyeing her watch and thinking about her late afternoon run. “Randy? You okay?” Missy asked. Randy looked up. “Yea. Perfect. And then what did he say?” She asked half-heartedly trying to seem interested. But she just took to scuffing her brown suede boots on the cherry wood floor. The other girls didn’t even seem to notice because now they had gotten to the part in the story where the girl found out that he had two other girlfriends besides her. Okay so maybe that was a little interesting and Randy did listen for a second, but that went away and she took to scuffing her boots again.

“Jeez Randy. Why do you take these stupid runs any ways?” Missy asked half an hour later in their dorm as Randy struggled to find her sweats in a pile on the floor. “It’s not stupid and I like it. Plus, don’t you have one thing that you do that clears your head?” Missy looked to the ceiling for a moment as she thought. “Shopping.” She said finally. Superficial much? But Randy didn’t think that way. “Well running is like my shopping only you don’t buy clothes, you dirty them up.” “Gross, Ran.” Stupid nickname, but whatever. Randy continued to search for those new teal designer sweats that Elizabeth had insisted on buying her. ‘If you’re going to continue to run around like an idiot then at least you can look cute while doing it.’ Elizabeth had insisted on that particular shopping visit. ‘Fine.’ Had been Randy’s only reply. Elizabeth hated Randy’s running and her love of sports. She had put Randy in ballet classes as a child, but that lasted all of five seconds. “Where are my sweats?” “I gave them to Gerta to clean.” Missy said as she painted a new coat of red polish on her nails. Missy’s parents decided to move to move to Argentina. So on her seventeenth birthday they left her their mansion in Glasgow including house-elf Gerta who was constantly summoned to school to do whatever Missy pleased. “Miss.” Randy said in an annoyed tone. “Sorry.” Missy said not meaning it one bit. Randy bit her lip. “No prob.” She lied. “But I think I’m gonna go for a walk.” She said before leaving her dorm and going to the safety of the grounds. Randy’s favorite place at Hogwarts.

The sky was slowly getting darker and Randy smiled at the many different shades of pink and orange that lit up the sky. Being outdoors had always relaxed. There she drifted away from the privileged world where she belonged. Randy fit in to this world. At least people thought she did. The truth was the real Randy Kerr would rather be running with her messy blond hair flailing behind her than sitting in a perfect cocktail dress at her father’s business party. But no one knew this because Randy wouldn’t dare tell anyone. Randy wasn’t afraid of much and her usual outgoing personality could be a bit much at times, but she didn’t like to disappoint if anything else. She didn’t even care about being a little different than the other girls. As long as she kept her dignity, she didn’t care what they thought. After all, it was their world and she was just living in it.

Randy tugged on Hufflepuff tie that was worn tightly below her grey vest. She took it out of its place and loosened it around her neck so she had a very slight boyish look going on. Randy could wear anything and look perfect. She had always been that way. Usually, she looked better when she didn’t try however some people seemed to like it more when she did. When Randy was around her mom, everyone knew that she would look pristine. When she wasn’t, everyone still knew that she would look perfect but it was in a different way. Randy’s style was her own. Not complicated and a little bit different, in a way like Randy herself. She couldn’t go wrong with those wavy blond locks and light green eyes. It wasn’t possible. Randy was making her way down a path to the lakeshore when she noticed a figure in the distance. She couldn’t make out who it was for a moment, but at a closer look she began to recognize her. She stopped Randy and introduced herself as Bevin Banes. Randy raised an eyebrow slightly. She knew Bevin. Well, she knew of Bevin from school of course but Bevin also belonged in that world. That oh so complicated one that was mentioned earlier. Randy and Bevin had never spoken, but Randy knew some about her simply from the dreaded gossip circle. Randy knew enough to know or at least assume that it wasn’t characteristically Bevin to go up to a stranger all nice and polite, but Randy didn’t care. She was a some-what easy going person. Ha. Well, sometimes. “Yea I am.” She said simply. Usually Randy had so much to say, but she didn’t know what words to say Bevin. “Hi.” Randy eyed Bevin again. She could see through the fake. She had been trained well. But Randy was bored and Bevin was there. And who was Randy to waste a perfectly fine night when it could be made less boring? “So Bevin Banes..how might I help you?” She said scuffing her feet as usual and then looking back to the girl in front of her.

[Bevin Banes G6]

Bevin's smile never faltered as Randy confirmed that she was indeed Randy Kerr, and it never faded when Randy then asked how she could help Bevin. The smile was a trademark of Bevin's, as all her smiles were. There was the flirtatious one, which she used with most if not all of the boys; there was the coy one, which she used whenever she was manipulating someone; and then there was the smile she was using now, the sincere one, which was used whenever she was so desperate enough to play nice with someone she would otherwise scorn. It was her ability to put on a mask that made Bevin the perfect Banes daughter. It took years of practice at events where her family had to appear perfectly normal for Bevin to get as good at what she does as she is. "Well," Bevin finally replied with another brilliant Banes smile, "I'm horribly bored and I was hoping that perhaps you were up to giving me a bit of company." She looked rather intent on getting Randy to hang out with her for awhile, but at the same time possible excuses were running through her little head. No doubt Randy had heard rumours about Bevin and how she ruins every relationship she can get her claws into. She always has something up her sleeve.

It was quite true, as well; Bevin always had something up her sleeve. She was always planning something to do, always trying to find someone to destroy. It was just in her nature. Bevin was a force to be reckoned with when it came to anything. People knew better than to really mess with Bevin, and if they did mess with her they knew that they had whatever was coming to them. In Bevin's eyes they deserved everything she gave them. Of course, she never did anything too horrific – just messed up a relationship here and there, started a rumour about one girl to another girl, et cetera et cetera. If any rumours were started about Bevin, as they undoubtedly always were, she would ignore them. The best way to get rumours to die down was to ignore them. Bevin was a master at that, too. Rumours didn't bother her. How could they when half of the time she's the one who started them? Rule number two: beat them to the punch. If you start the rumour before someone else can, there's no way it can hurt you. There were a whole lot of societal rules that Bevin paid attention to, lived by, breathed, and dreamed. She had to. She was Bevin Banes.

Bevin thrived off gossip. She loved the feeling it gave her, that thrill, that adrenaline rush. It was the type of feeling you got whenever you were getting close to being caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Gossip was so wrong, yet so needed for Bevin to live. She smiled brightly at Randy, running through all the gossip she had heard and had spread about the other girl. It wasn't anything personal, Randy was just another victim of Bevin's crime – she wasn't completely innocent, though. She listened to every other gossip monger out there. "C'mon, what better things have you to do?" Her eyebrow was raised in a questioning way as she crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her heeled foot gently against the ground. Her smile was still friendly, but her eyes might have held a bit of danger in them. What would Bevin do? Get her drunk enough to learn all her darkest secrets? Not at the present moment.


((Sorry, it's so short and took so long. Randy's the first girl she's posted with...so it's kinda difficult lol.))

[Randy Kerr]

What Randy wouldn’t give to be running at that very moment. She just kept thinking about how she wanted to be in shape for the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin. Plus, Randy couldn’t stand to not run or not prepare for matches the way she did. She liked getting herself ready for the games and Missy took that away from her for the night. Oh well. Even if she was in the mood to run it could wait a day. Randy did have a free-period the next morning so that would come in handy. Randy spent her free periods doing any of three things: running, flying around the pitch, or pretending to study. But the pretending to study never lasted very long at all. She couldn’t fake anything for that long without getting utterly bored. So here she was. Outside without her sweats talking to a girl she didn’t even know who didn’t have the best track record. But Randy didn’t want to judge. She tried to give everyone a fair chance so unless Bevin did anything to screw it up, Randy would give her a fair chance. Besides it wasn’t a big deal. It was one night of boredom and Randy had nothing else to do. So it was either talk to Bevin or stay inside, paint her nails and pretend to listen to Missy and the girls. Ha. Randy would pick hanging out with Bevin to that any day of the week.

Randy crossed her arms across her chest and eyed Bevin. Randy didn’t know her, but Randy was up to talk to any one once and usually it turned out to be a good conversation. Randy did find that talking to Slytherin students never ended well and it was usually Randy’s fault. Couldn’t they see that Randy wasn’t about to be messed with and she wasn’t afraid of them? Nope probably not. But they sure figured that out by the end of oh..two minutes. Randy wasn’t about to get herself sucked into anything negative. And apparently it would take a scientist to figure that one out. Randy uncrossed her arms and pulled a piece of wavy hair out of her face. “Well, I am always up for a cause.” She said as she forced herself not to scuff her boots against the ground, force of habit. “And I have nothing better to do.” Except gossip and paint nails. Hmm, pass! Randy wasn’t like those girls. She didn’t let gossip run her life nor did she have to be near her group of friends at all times. Randy liked her alone time and she defiantly liked meeting new people. People that wouldn’t normally hang around with her and her friends. So that was why Randy was up for hanging out with Bevin. Besides, what could it hurt?

“Umm well there is sqeaky-looking fourth year over by that tree and while that is very tempting, I think I’ll pass on that.” She said sarcastically as she absently pointed over to the fourth year boy. Hmm, by the looks of it, a Ravenclaw which meant that he was probably socially awkward. While Randy didn’t love or always approve of judging people, she was good at. Elizabeth had raised her little girl well. And Randy didn’t see anything wrong with judging at her father’s business parties. Well, what else was there to do? Besides it was fun to predict that a man was going to make-out with an eighteen year old in a closet while at the party with his wife oh and she would predict all of this before it happened. So maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing to do, but a little bit of Elizabeth and Logan had managed to rub off on Randy throughout the years. But they still thought that she was their perfect clone and she would do what ever they wanted. When would they learn that Randy was nothing like them? She never would be. Randy shook her head. No more thinking about her crazy parentals. “So really I don’t have anything else to do.” Randy looked to the castle and then back to Bevin. “What do you have in mind, then?”

((No prob. I totally understand.))