Good, bad or just funny? (Anyone)

[Thomas Lightfellow G7]

“Oh bother.” Thomas said with a smirk as he looked into the common room from the boys dorm. What he found was a couple third years picking on some first year. Nothing too harsh but Thomas didn't care for it to much, he didn't mind jokes and pranks among friends but he could tell that these students weren't messing with the first year because they were friends. They were just plain picking on him and Thomas was ready to do something about it. Thomas kept his smirk as he walk up behind the third years who were holding the first years bag and keeping it out of his reach. “Oh boy is it pick on a lower student day already?” Thomas said in a fake excited tone as he grinned down to the the third years. “This is my most favorite day ever. I'm sure you know why right?” Thomas said with a small laugh as the boys looked slightly shocked and confused turning to each other then back to Thomas. “Well being a Seventh year I get to pick on any other year I wait and the best year to pick on is third years.”

A few minutes into Thomas's act and the third years were ready to leave the first year alone and go away but Thomas kept them around. They wouldn't learn anything if he let them run off and find another kid to pick on. “Oh yes I love picking on third years, especially the one's who are already picking on someone.” Thomas said as the now slightly scared boys moved around out of nervousness. “It just makes me want to curse them or turn them into little farm animals. Oh look, I have my wand right here.” Thomas said as he pulled his wand out of his robe, the third years seemed to have enough as the dropped the bag and ran off out of the common room. Thomas picked up the bag which was slightly heavy and handed it to the first year who just stood there confused and frightened, probably of what Thomas said to the third years. “I was just kidding firsty but no picking on lower years when you get older, or I'll come back and turn you into a chicken.” Thomas said with a slight laugh as he walked out of the common room.

“Class is done so now what?” Thomas muttered to himself as he walked down stairs. Walking without any sense of where he was going was something he did well. He normally found himself in random parts of the school once he snapped out of his own thoughts and looked around for once. As his thoughts drifted from classes to magic then back to classes he kept walking down stairs. Before Thomas knew it he was standing just outside the student lounge. With a slight shrug he toke it as a sign and went inside. It was pretty empty already besides some random students and four first years who seemed to be yelling while playing with some cards. Thomas toke a seat next to the window and thought about what to do with the rest of this beautiful day. As he thought the first years kept yelling and messing with cards. It wouldn't have bugged Thomas so much if he hadn't noticed that it was also bugging everyone else in the lounge who seemed to be studying.

With a slight grin which normal goes along with any bad idea Thomas found something he could do for awhile at least. Pulling out his wand discretely and remembering one of his favorite spells from a book he picked up not too long ago. It soon became one of Thomas's favorite books, 1001 spells for pranks and possibly bad things. Thomas pointed his wand to the table and mumbled some words as the table shock for a second confusing the first years then it stopped. Thomas waited till they started yelling again to begin. A mouth appeared at the center of the table and any word that Thomas spoke, no matter how loud came out from the table now. “I am the first year eating table and you will fear me!” Thomas said but the sound came from the table. The boys all jumped up and scrambled to pick up their card then ran off as fast as they could. With a slight flick of his wand the mouth was gone and his voice was back where it belonged.

Thomas looked around laughing slightly as the rest of the students looked confused or laughed for a second along with him before going back to studying. “ Now was that a good deed or a bad now?” He asked himself in a low tone before shrugging it off and putting it into the gray area of deeds.

[Carlin Lennox S7]

“What is that terrible noise?” Carlin complained, turning her nose up in distaste. “Honestly, some people do like completing their homework rather than being handed detention for laziness. I have far better ways to fill my nights than being lectured by Filch, filthy little man that he is.” When Damien merely rolled his eyes without looking up from his letter, Carlin dealt him a swift, sharp slap on the forearm that gave her the appropriate amount of attention from her cousin. Ignoring his exaggerated noise of pain and the irritated claim that she didn’t need to resort to violence just because he wasn’t listening (really, did Damien know her at all?), she flicked her fingers in the general direction that had caught her attention in the first place. “Go and find out what all the bother is about. How am I supposed to work under these conditions I mean, really.”

Damien obligingly rolled his letter up and put it aside, seemingly oblivious to the pleased smirk curving his cousin’s mouth. Carlin’s self-satisfaction soon faded when Damien, instead of doing as she had asked by ridding the room of the noise, tilted his chair back to precariously rest on two legs. Even after a length of time that was more than sufficient for even the slowest-minded of people to grasp what was happening, Damien remained in that position, occasionally emitting low, thoughtful sounds as he examined the situation. Fixing a bland smile on her face despite her impatience, Carlin tested the reach of her leg, deemed it acceptable and then kicked out at the edge of Damien’s chair hard enough to almost push him off balance.

“Fine, fine!” Damien held up both his hands in submission, bringing his chair back to the normal placement agreeably. He was too used to Carlin to let himself be ruffled by the breaks in her composure. When it was caused by him, her lapses were something to be celebrated and crowed over, which was what Damien would certainly be doing later. If someone else made her lose her cool, however, that was an entirely different matter. It was much like the way Carlin could remark on his promiscuity and sexuality without batting an eyelid when it suited her but would instantly turn her wand and sharp-edged wit on anyone else who thought that they had the right to insult her cousin. “It’s a Gryffindor,” he enlightened her with a careless shrug. Straight Gryffindors weren’t his area of play, not even to tease unless he was feeling particularly vindictive. Damien wasn’t the type who poked relentlessly at a slumbering temper. He left that, and the subsequent mastery of said temper, to Carlin. “He’s tormenting the kids you were complaining about before you decided to complain about the Gryffindor.”

“Oh?” Carlin’s eyebrow arched inquisitively, a slow smirk forming as she shot a glance across the table at Damien. She never could turn down an opportunity to play the game. “One of mine or yours?”

Damien’s response was immediate, not requiring a second of thought: “Yours. Perhaps not your type, but he’s straight, I think.” It had somehow become his duty to keep track of potential conquests. It had meant a few days of drawing up lists of the legal members of each House and figuring out who would prefer him or Carlin should they be picked as a conquest but, ultimately, it left him in a position of power. People were less likely to turn down someone who actually knew their name without being prompted, though that never seemed to decrease Carlin’s popularity.

“Perhaps we should introduce ourselves then,” Carlin suggested, lashes low over dark eyes as she rose to her feet. Despite her words, Damien’s only movement was to prop his feet on her now vacated chair, retrieve his letter and waggle his fingers at her cheerily with a wicked smirk. In cases like these, ‘we’ meant ‘I’ and they both knew it.

Fluffing up her hair, more out of habit than the laughable idea that Carlin Lennox could ever be self-conscious, she crossed the room in long, sure strides and came to a halt in front of the boy Damien had pointed out as her target. If he looked up slowly, Carlin felt sure that his eyes would linger on her skirt, which was just long enough to be decent. If not, well, her hair was pretty enough to catch attention and more than one boy had commented on the soft purr that she adopted when trying to reel in a conquest. “Bullying younger students is generally seen as a bad deed,” she pointed out, one hand automatically rising to brush her hair over her shoulder and bring more notice to her low-cut blouse. Carlin knew how to play the game without even thinking about it. “It’s certainly not something that one would expect from a Gryffindor who is, really, old enough to know better. Seventh year, right?”

[Thomas Lightfellow G7]

Thomas sat back in the chair and got comfortable as he enjoyed the new found quietness that he had gifted upon the lounge. He was never the one to pick on other students but practical jokes seemed to be the loop hoop in his honor system. One that he loved to abuse more often then he really should have. A number of times it landed him in hot water but he still always found it worth it. Rarely did he ever feel bad about something like that, unless someone got hurt somehow. Next to the Weasleys of course he was nothing but an amateur but out of the current group of Gryffindors he'd like to think he was on the top somewhere. He assumed it was maybe an inherited trait from his grandfather, from what few memories Thomas could still pull up about him he was always laughing and showing off some kind of magic. After all the commotion he had cause and thinking to himself for awhile he had completely forgotten why he had even come down here to begin with.

He gave it a minute of thought till he heard of voice from right in front of him which snapped him out of thought. He must really have not have been paying attention cause he wasn't sure where she came from, just that she was now standing in front of him. Thomas looked her over as she stood there talking, see was cute that much was certain. Thomas had seen her a couple times around school. It's not hard to see everyone who goes to this school at some point, seeing as you live with them for the better part of a year for seven years. He had the feeling he should remember something about her but he just couldn't think of it. Thomas just laughed off her comment about bullying those students. “I'd like to think of it as saving them from something much worse if I let them keep yelling like that.” Thomas said in his almost permanent calm tone with a slight laugh at the end. “What was it?” He thought to himself as he looked at the girl in front of him, this was going to be one of those things that bug him tell he remembered.

“Old enough to know better?” He paused for a second to add a slight laugh then kept talking. “That's just an excuse for people who've either lost their touch or sense of humor and both of mine are still very much intact.” Thomas finished saying as he sat up a bit more in the chair, He had already given up remembering whatever it was about her. It would probably come to him sooner if he just stopped trying, things normally worked that way. “Anyway yes Seventh year Gryffindor, Thomas Lightfellow at your service.” He said with a slight laugh, he wasn't sure where he picked up that last part but he liked adding it every once in awhile. “As for you I'm going to guess..hm.. Fifth or Sixth year Slytherin?” Thomas said with a smile as he sat in his chair looking up to her slightly.

[Carlin Lennox S7]

Though her small smile never faltered, Carlin’s eyes remained cool and distant as she observed the older boy sitting in front of her. The only thing in his favour, as of yet, was that none of the students he had ‘saved’ from their own noisiness had been the young Slytherins Damien referred to as hers. There were two or three Slytherin girls from fourth and fifth year who admired how easily she played with hearts and so brought her news of the relationships and break-ups among the fifth, sixth and seventh years just to watch the heartbreak that Carlin left in her wake. She had to appreciate such accommodating behaviour and the malicious streak that she could see in the girls even if their lack of ambition to follow in her footsteps prevented her from respecting them even slightly. They were like...little house-elves, only less useful, but they were still hers until their value completely faded. Carlin always did jealously guard that which was hers.

“I suppose that’s one way of looking at it,” Carlin acknowledged, a sharper edge twisting her smile into something almost predatory. “So what excuse do you use then? You were just looking for a bit of fun?” There wasn’t much fun in playing with this sort of boy. He didn’t have the openly strong will that had once challenged her to make him bend to her demands nor did he appear to be the easily broken type that she now raced through with the vigour of youth. Still, Damien was acting as her audience and she couldn’t disappoint his expectations; Carlin didn’t have to glance over her shoulder to know that her cousin would be watching the two of them with vigilant blue eyes that would miss nothing. At the tiniest sign of difficulty, Damien would pop up at her shoulder to charm and tease, all the while sending her triumphant sideways glances that would make her want to shake the smirking curve of his mouth right off his face.

Carlin stiffened fractionally, the motion unnoticeable to anyone but herself. It was always a bit offensive to be confronted by someone who didn’t recognise her. She had spent over a year building up a perfect reputation as the budding femme fatale of Hogwarts. No one could try to fight her for her position, she was sure. Not many people really wanted to, if she was honest. Not many people could handle it. All that work, all of those whining fools who tagged around after her like she owed them something and this was her reward? If he didn’t recognise her by her name then severe action would have to be taken. Damien would not object to whatever plan she formed, he never did. If no one else did, Damien always understood what her reputation meant to her. She had worked damn hard for it, keeping herself in shape by running every single morning and making sure that she was always dressed to impress anyone and everyone who looked her way. Even if she didn’t want him except as a way to pass the time and entertain Damien, Lightfellow’s ignorance irked her. “Sixth year,” she confirmed with a bright smile that bared a flash of white teeth. “Carlin Lennox; delighted to have you at my service, I’m sure.”

[Thomas Lightfellow G7]

Thomas was satisfied with the amount of time he had sat up for while talking to the girl in front of him and while he introduced himself. He once again sat back and listened while she spoke and still held onto the nagging feeling that he should remember something. This school had a number of nasty rumors that Thomas had heard far too many times. Once or twice Thomas actually heard rumors that he might be werewolf just because of how interested he always was in them or how much he actually knew about them. Thomas didn't care for the rumor much but if he fought it, it would only make the students think it was true. Thomas thought that might be what he was forgetting but it didn't feel like it, it was something more important and probably true. Thomas laughed slightly as she asked him about his excuse for messing with the first years from earlier.“ Maybe, I did come here out of boredom after all.” Thomas said with a smile as he shifted in his seat to a slightly more comfy position.

As soon as she said her name it didn't take Thomas more then a second to realize what he had been trying so hard to remember. It toke him even less time to regret saying “at your service” while introducing himself. Carlin Lennox, was one of the biggest heart breakers known to Hogwarts at the moment. Her along with her cousin were known school wide for this and yet they still had plenty of people waiting in line to just have their hearts broken and crushed. Damien had always seemed less picky on gender while Carlin stuck with just the male variety of hearts in the school. It wasn't just some rumor his subconscious was trying to shout out, it was a clear fact. He had seen it happen to one or two Gryffindors and it was pretty depressing to watch.

He wasn't fully sure what to expect, either she was bored and just talking to him out of that boredom or he just happened to be next on the list. It was a long list that plenty of students would love to be on all the while Thomas didn't want his name anywhere near it. He wasn't one to just up and run from something that wouldn't end well and as he stated before, he was bored and now it would seem he found something to do. “I see, Carlin Lennox.” Thomas said with a slight smirk as he looked up at her. “Well that explains the beauty and yes plenty of girls find it a delight.” Thomas said with a slight laugh and a confident smile. He was never one to act differently when presented with something that might completely blow up in his face, in fact sometimes it pushed him to just keep going.

“So what do I owe this pleasure of meeting you too? If it was because of those kids I chased away I must be sure to find them and thank them then.” He said in a calm tone as he just smiled up at her. Thomas knew this was going to be a bad idea but as long as he was aware of who Carlin was; As well as how many boys she left depressed and broken in the past he was confident that this would be just a way to kill some time and nothing more.

[Carlin Lennox S7]

Carlin scrutinised the older boy openly, flicking her eyes over him without shame. He wasn’t her type; he really wasn’t. There wasn’t any appeal to him at all. Well, he was passably attractive to her criticising eyes but he could possibly look better if he appeared inclined to cut his hair every once in a while. Was it enough that she had to put up with Damien looking like a vagabond daily? After nearly six years with him constantly at her side, it was no wonder that Carlin preferred her men clean-cut and effortlessly manageable. One difficult boy in her life, even a cousin, was quite enough. Besides, it simply didn’t seem fair. She could wind her own father around her fingers without too much trouble but Damien could swat her away like an annoying little insect when he wanted to. She could do the same, of course, but it still sometimes rankled that they were equals when she was used to, for lack of better phrasing, getting her own way at all times. The boy in front of her, Lightfellow, didn’t seem to be either manageable enough to be a quick and easy conquest nor to be troublesome enough to be a satisfying and worthwhile slow manipulation. It was a shame that she had wasted her time by sauntering over with enough curiousity and hope to see her through any instant conquest but that was life.

With a bland smile, Carlin casually linked her hands behind her back, using the position to signal discreetly to Damien. Her cousin would, hopefully, stroll over and save her from the waste of time sitting in front of her. “My lineage explains my beauty, darling,” Carlin drawled slowly. “My grandfather chose my mother for his son with the most excruciating care, I assure you.” And a most painful financial arrangement between the two families, naturally. The story of how Kendra had been not the prettiest of her sisters, perhaps, but she had been the smartest and most stubborn and how the elderly Gabriel Lennox had haggled long and hard with Carlin’s maternal grandfather for the marriage between Kendra and Richard was one that had been told to her millions of times throughout her childhood as preparation for her own marriage. Relations between the two families had worsened after the defection of Carlin’s older brother but she had proved to be a more than capable replacement as her parents’ successor.

“You were being so joyfully noisy that she simply had to come over. She’s awfully nosy, isn’t she?”

The voice that answered Thomas’ question came from behind her. Damien. Smirking, Carlin moved two paces to the left, allowing Damien to step up next to her and using the movement to brutally pinch his hand for taking so long to get up and over to her. In almost an exact copy of Carlin’s earlier actions, Damien tilted his head to the left slightly, blue eyes skimming over Thomas’ figure before he shrugged noncommittally. So Damien thought that there was nothing wrong with the Gryffindor, Carlin surmised from the sequence of gestures. Well what did Damien know anyway? He was chasing after Hunter, and would probably move onto the female Hunter if he ever managed to catch the male twin. Clearly, her cousin had a sad lack of taste that she had thankfully not been cursed with. Carlin privately blamed his mother, because surely such a fault could not come from the untainted Lennox line. Aunt Emily always had been a little odd, in Carlin’s eyes; Bryony, Carlin’s only female cousin amidst three boys, had told her youngest brother and his favourite cousin that her mother hadn’t wanted to marry her husband – what more proof was needed of bad taste? There was nothing wrong with Gabriel Lennox the younger! If there was any Gabriel Lennox to not want to marry, it would be Carlin’s grandfather, and even then only because he was a bit too old for any young woman of marriageable age.

Damien offered his hand and name with a faint mockery of a smile, almost visibly restraining himself with the knowledge of what Hunter represented in their little game. Carlin’s smirk widened smugly, her eyes resting on Thomas with a new realisation. She had been racking up more conquests than usual while Damien was still trying not to mess up with Hunter and there was probably nothing more satisfying than succeeding right in front of Damien, especially when he couldn’t retaliate in any way. Oh yes, this could end up being very interesting after all. Her eyes slid sideways to peek at Damien affectionately. She always did get her best ideas when he was with her.

[Thomas Lightfellow G7]

Thomas eyed Carlin as he spoke to her and waited for her to say something. If she wasn't a shark hiding in beautiful skin there might be some attraction from Thomas but knowing who she really was made that disappear as well as replaced it with a feeling of caution. He listened smiling normally as she explained where her beauty came from and about her family slightly. “I see, an arrange marriage. Lacks any bit of romance in my eyes but that can come later I guess.” Thomas said in a slightly interested tone as he thought about it. It wasn't something Thomas would ever want to do but if it works for some people good for them. Besides it was probably a hell of a lot better then how Thomas came into this world, without a father to speak of and no idea who he might be. While he didn't have any interest in setting out on some kind of journey to find out who his father might be he still couldn't help but wonder sometimes.

He heard a voice from behind Carlin answer him but he couldn't see who it was just yet. Thomas watched as Carlin stepped to the side as if she was just trying to reveal who it was, He held back a slight laugh at the situation. As if one Lennox wasn't back enough now he had two but then again he didn't really have to worry about the second one. “Yeah maybe a little but she is cute so that has to make up for something.” He said with a slight laugh as he watched Damien introduce himself, Thomas was never one to turn away a polite gesture; something his grandmother beat into him when he was young. “Thomas Lightfellow.” He said as he shock his hand then let go and looked at the both of them standing in front of him. “I should have gone outside...” He thought to himself with a silent laugh to himself as he let the thought sit in his head.

“It would seem I was making far to much noise, like I told nosey over here, I was just trying to get those first years to stop making such a racket.” Thomas said with a smile as he repeated what he told Carlin moments ago. He slightly regretted his prank he pulled on the first years but he still felt it would have been true that if they were left alone making noise something far worse would have happened. Thomas thought so even more now that he realized who was in student lounge now. This was just a bad day ingeneral to be in the common room, Thomas didn't look around much like he should have when he first entered the common room maybe if he did he would have an idea of who was in here. He just shrugged to himself and just thought “oh well” as he looked back to the two Lennox children. "I guess I should apologize for making so much noise." Thomas said smiling from his chair feeling slightly less relaxed now.