Routine Life((Pyro))

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dixie pushed aside the books that lay on the table before her. Charms. Potions. Defense Against The Dark Arts. Nothing she really wanted to study. Nothing interesting in the least bit. None of it interested her. Never. And yet, she sat, reading and taking notes on all those subjects which sent her to dullsville and back. Every other word she would dip her quill into the inkpot which sat in the corner of the table, scrawl a few more words on the parchment in front of her, and repeat the routine. That's all her life was. Routine. Wake up, go to classes, do homework, study, go to bed. Repeat next day. She hated it. She hated a lot of things. But, this...this Dix hated more.

In pure anger and frustration, Dix shoved her books off the table. And stormed out of the common room. She wasn't known for her entrances, more like her dramatic exits. She wasn't quiet about leaving in a mood, and whoever wanted to confront her about; good for them. It was their funeral anyway. Not that Dix would harm them. Maybe just say some not very nice things and be on her way, but then again; you never could tell when Dix was in one of her moods. She turned a sharp corner, and made her way down the corridor of empty classrooms. This is what Dix called the hallway which held all the doors that led to the unused classrooms. Surprisingly, the unused classrooms all seemed to be in the same wing.

She came to a certain door, and shoved it open. Letting the light from the windows which were open, flood her sight and make her blink back in slight pain. The feeling soon left and she was able to cross the room and sit at a far chair in a corner. Dix pulled out a book on Animagus and began to read. Like always. Her routine. Her life. How dull. It was then she heard the door open, her head lifted up slowly and she looked at the person, "May I help you?" She asked.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro walked down the corridors, nearly skipping and whistling. His wrist had finally healed after his little confrontation with the wall. He wanted to get a real good training session in now that he was back to 100 percent strength. Injured wrist or not he had ignored Pomfrey’s words and trained anyway. Which ended up making his condition worse. Finally Pomfrey had forcefully order him to stop and he had no choice but to comply. So two weeks of boredom had ensued, go to class, do homework, go to sleep. Nothing but that for two straight weeks. She had even sent out a note that stated he was not allowed to partake in Quidditch practices.

But finally his two weeks were up and he was able to do stuff again. He had ditched the brace as soon as was possible and was now heading to a empty classroom to train in. He usually used the same classroom each time, but he hadn’t been to it in a while, and on this day when he reached the classroom and opened the door he noticed a older girl in there. He looked at her and noticed she was from Slytherin. She turned to him and asked him a direct question. He looked slightly amused as he raised his eyes up to the ceiling in a thoughtful expression. “Well, for starters, you could go get me some food from the great hall.” He looked down at her. “Plus, my shoulders been kind of sore, maybe a good massage. If I think of anything else I’ll get back to you.” He smirked with a amused look.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix smirked, while taking out her wand, she waved it once, and food appeared; "Happy? And you'll have to live with your own on that massage thing. Now; you have your food. Couldja, oh I don't know, leave?" Dix scowled and sank down in her chair, reading the book again. Every once in awhile she peek over the edge of the book to see if this guy had left yet, no luck. She took this time to study him. Slytherin. 3rd year, possibly. Looked vaguely familiar. Dix finally lowered her book, in slight agitation.

"You're not leaving are you?" She asked in annoyance, already knowing the answer to that question. Dix closed the book and set it by her side, before she stood up. Dix let a sigh leave her lips and she tilted her head at this boy, "I suppose you would like me to leave. Fine, I'll do just that." She gathered up her things and headed towards the door, stopped mid-step. A thought had occured to her. This wasn't routine. Dix swiveled around and looked at him, a smile spreading across her lips.

"Screw Routine." She whispered to herself, then more loudly to him, "Nah, I was here first. You leave." Dix crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him. Not exactly down at him, but not exactly up either. Just about...straight ahead.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

He nearly laughed as food appeared in front of him. He looked at the contents, wondering if maybe he should eat something, but decided against it, there was enough time to eat after the training session. She asked him to leave and than returned to her book. He stood there, having no desire to leave, this was in fact, the classroom he had been using since the start of the year. He shook his head, “Nah, I’m not.” He said to her second question.

She was getting up and about to leave. Which was all fine to Pyro, but than she suddenly stopped and turned to him. He smirked at her. “Why should I leave? I think I was using this classroom before you, and I’ve probably used it more than you. So, I do think it should be you who leaves?” He moved over to the table with the food and leaned against it. “Unless you would like to share the room, but mind you it will be for just this day, and it might get a bit noisy.”<br>

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix scoffed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She wasn't hearing this! Letting out another sigh, she shook her head, "Doesn't matter. You haven't been here for the past two weeks. I have been using this room. So I think you should be the one to leave. Besides, I'm older." Dix muttered, not leaving her stance. She then listened to his suggestion about sharing it. Her arms dropped to her sides and she shook her head.

"Forget it! I am not sharing this room with you. Dixie Holden does not share with anybody." Dix said, referring to herself in third person in the second sentence. She bit her lip, and thought over what he had said after that, "And what do you mean by noisy? Do you plan on throwing a concert in here? Cause, if that's it, I'll willingly leave." Dix added, genuinely curious.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

He arched an eyebrow at her. “The entire two weeks that I’ve been gone.” He muttered under his breath. “Knew that old Pomfrey was gonna cause me problems.” He smirked at her and chuckled slightly. “You might be older, but that doesn’t mean a darn thing. Besides, I don’t think a year or two is going to give you much power over me.”<br>
He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Hmmm… Throwing a concert, not a bad idea. At least it would make you leave. But what I was actually planning on doing was getting back to my Training routines that I have been absent from for the past couple of weeks. Got a problem with that?”<br>

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dixie decided it was worth it to say, so she sat on top of a desk and looked at this Slytherin. She had never met him before, and she wasn't so sure that she wanted to meet him now. BUt, she was bored; and needed something to do and he seemed the nearest thing to interesting. Dix tilted her head, "What training exactly?" She was just drawing out the conversation. She wasn't sure if she really cared what he spent his free time doing. If he wanted this room, he would have to gvie her a damn good reason as to why he needed it.

"And if you are annoyed of me prying, tough, I'm gonna do it anyway." She added with a playful smirk. Dix brushed back some hair and waited for his answer. Completely bored and wondering if she should just grab her things and leave. Return to routine. After all- wasn't that what her life was about? Routine?

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro arched an eyebrow at her. What was he going to do? Like she had any right to know. He smirked. “Well, if your annoying me, I would just simply choose not to answer your question, not like I have to anyways.”<br>
He stopped leaning on the table and stood up straight. He put his hands behind his head and laced the fingers together. “But, if you must know. I am doing some martial arts training. My wrist was injured for the past two weeks so I wasn’t able to do any training.”<br>

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix smiled as he said he didn't have to answer her if she was annoying him, "Oh believe me, I have other ways of annoying someone. Like talking non-stop. Or bringing up really random subjects. Or there is always the choice of making you angry so you respond. I might enjoy that a little too much though." Dix told him as she stepped off the desk and walked over to the table of food. She picked up a grape and popped it in her mouth. He finally told her what he was training for and she raised an eyebrow.

"Martial arts? Really? Interesting. Tell me. How many years have you done martial arts? And what kind?" She let a smile crawl across her lips, but she instantly made it vanish. No secrets allowed to be told. None at all.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

He shrugged as he thought back to when he first got started. He had started at an extremely early age. Around the age of four actually. Even as a little kid he had always enjoyed martial arts. He looked over at her. “Since I was about four, I started with the basics, Karate, Tae Kwan Doe (Sp?), Ninjitsu. But when I got older, I began to build my own form.”<br>
He stepped over to the table and picked up a sandwich off the plate and bit into it. “Basically its just a combination of all the different forms, I think it fits my needs just fine.” He looked at her. “So, what are you going to use this room for, since it must be so important that you refuse to leave?”<br>

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix ate another grape as she listened to him. Then he asked what she needed the room for. Excuses ran through her mind. This room had been used for various things over the past two weeks. Gymnastics, training, dancing, study, anything that came Dixie's way. She settled on the easiest one, "Gymnastics mostly. Some dancing here and there. Studying a bit. Training some. Bits and pieces really." She answered with a smug grin. Her chocolate eyes looked over the room. It was suitable for all the things she was listing. Even suitable for the one she didn't exactly list.

"Ok- we've been talking for about 10 straight minutes now and I still do not know your name. If you don't know mine, your a bit slow." She broke the moment silence and raised her arms above her head. Stretching so that she was spry and ready. And with one swift movement, she did a flip and a back hand spring. She landed perfectly on her feet, and she felt better. Dix always felt better after a good gymanstic move.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

He munched on the sandwich, half listening to her as she listed several reasons as to why she had to use this room. He finished his sandwich around the time her list was done. He looked at her.

"Has it really been that long? Well, My names Pyro, and, unless you were revering to someone else early, yes I do know your name." He watched her do her do her backflip with a bored expression. "Nice move." He said casually.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix choked on the grape she had popped in her mouth as he introduced himself, but she quickly recovered and smiled a little, "Pyro, eh? Well, nice to meet you." Dix smirked lightly, not really giving the energy to give a full smirk. When he commented on her backflip she raised an eyebrow and leaned against the wall, "Alright then. Let me see you do something awe worthy." She told him, her voice full of sarcasm.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

He arched his eyebrow at her reaction to his name. Although she recovered quickly. “What’s the matter? Heard of me or something?” He sighed as he thought of something to. He looked over at a table and a thought came to him.

“Awe inspiring eh?” He ran to the table and jumped up, placing one foot on the edge of the table. He kicked himself up into the air and flipped over, while simultaneously twisting his body. He did a back flip and 3 barrel roll twists of the body and than landed on the ground and looked at her. “Good enough?”<br>

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix shook her head at his first question. Though that was a flat out lie. She would never mention to him that she knew of him. Of his family. Dixie wasn't like that. If he wanted to let her know something about him and his past then that was his choice. Not hers. She knew her place with others and she knew that the things she heard were meant to be kept secret. Not blurted to everyone in the whole world. Dixie stood up straight as he did an awe worthy move, and her jaw dropped. But, she brought it up abruptly and heard it snap.

"Decent. Alright; let me top that." Dixie spoke with confidence, though she was quite sure she couldn't. Even with all her years of gymnastics. Dix breathed in deeply, and started. She had a spring in her step and in her jump, so when she jumped up, and did a full tuck 360, her spring was just right. Dix then continued into a backflip, and left hand spring tuck. When she came up, she was winded and nearly fell over from the dizziness. Yellow spots appeared in her sight and she blinked them away.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

He eyed her for a moment. He suspected she wasn’t telling the truth. He shrugged it away, if she was hiding something, let her. He stepped back when she said she was going to top it to allow her some room. He watched her decent move.

He took a step foreword, preparing to catch her if she fell, but she managed to hold her balance. He smirked, “Pretty decent, ill give ya, 9 for the jump, 4 for the landing tho.”<br>

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix shot him a glare, but it lightened a bit and she smiled, "Yeah, that was bad. I admit it." She pointed to him, "You on the other hand, aren't allowed to point it out. Not veyr nice. Quite rude really." She smiled again and took another grape from the dish, tossed it in the air, and caught it in her mouth. Dixie had a lot of time on her hands to be able to learn such petty tricks.

"Alright, tell me, where do you learn this stuff? I picked up from people I know. You have been doing this longer than I have and you're damn good at it." She complimented him. Which was rare, but she thought he deserved at least that much.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

He grinned at her. “Don’t think of it as me telling you its bad, think of me giving you constructive criticism .” He picked up another sandwich and shrugged at her.

“Well, back when I first started, I had teachers and mentors to teach me, but once I broke off on my own I basically self taught all my own moves. Its actually quite handy, makes my style harder to figure out and beat.”<br>

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

"Criticism is just a pretty word for telling someone they suck at something. Believe me- I know- I use it enough." Dixie told him with a shake of her head. Dix was a hypocrite, and not afraid to admit it. She knew she told people one thing and either did it or didn't do it herself. It was her personality, and if they wanted to be near her, they would have to deal with it.

"Okay, so you started out with trainers and teachers and people like that, and then you moved to self-teaching? Very grown up of you. Now- what drove you to go on your own? Indivuadility? Self-conflict controls? Or- parental problems?" Dixie questioned, out of "good natured curiousity."

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

He shruged giving her an amuesed look. "If you say so" He simply said.

He nodded his head in agreament to what she was sying untill the Parental Problems came up. He stoped nodding and his eyes flashed for a moment. He looked at her evenly. " I started to train on my own because the trainers had outlived their usefullness. They taught me how to do the moves correctly and than I went out and adapted them to my own needs." He looked at her studieng her. Finaly he decided to stop beating around the bush. "What are you getting at? You obviously want to hear something or your looking for someting and your waiting for a slip on my part. What is it?"