You Did Not Just Say That ((Kris))

[Mary Evans]

Sitting, resting, reading, Mary flipped the pages one by one. She had escaped into an empty classroom in order to avoid prying eyes. No tears were anywhere near her eyes this day though she once again couldn’t place what was wrong. She had just had a bad day was all; got up too early, classes ran too late, and free time would be over too soon. Life was so monotonous, one day after the other after the other and all of a suddenly was officially spring. One class then the next and the days passed thus with very little to distinguish one from the next. Not long ago she cried in bed at night wishing for something stable… and now she just wanted an escape. If Mary could write she would have poems galore, if she could sing her life would be not but music, if she could act she would make the world her stage… but what does a girl do when her main skill is to shop? To read? So she did the best she could… she escaped into a book; a land of fantasy and myth.

Placing her book down she stretched out and lay on the desks. As soon as she was comfortable the book was back in front of her eyes and the words slipped through her mind entangling her in their land. So she lay for long minutes that turned into hours and she felt her body slowly begin to relax. Until a voice startled her that is… she hadn’t noticed the opening of the door or the person who came in; she couldn’t help but hear them speak though. It was a familiar voice, one of the most familiar around, but the suddenness of it had frightened her non the less and she caused her muscles to jolt and gave the impression she had jumped inches off the desks.

[kris]

Kris really needed to let out some steam. He was irritated – maybe because he hadn’t had enough free time to spend outside or because people had been irritating and incredibly dumb lately, but Kris was nearing the line where his patience would snap. The scowl on his face only deepened as he thought of this and the O.W.L.s that would be coming in the end of year. Kris hadn’t bothered to even open any book for revising for them but he wondered that idly that maybe he should, before brushing the thought carelessly away.

Passing an empty classroom Kris idly glanced through the small glass-window placed into the door noticing a familiar blonde – strawberry blonde – hair in there. Maybe Mary could improve her mood or make him laugh today? Opening the door quietly Kris slipped into the class-room and with a careless flick of her wand frosted the window in the door. It wasn’t necessary for anyone random passing the classroom door to see what was going on inside.

Mary obviously hadn’t noticed Kris entering nor that he walked over as she jumped as Kris greeted her.
“A little jumpy?” Kris drawled lazily, shrugging off his cloak and throwing it carelessly on one of the desks as he leaned on an other one in front of Mary himself as well, “Need to practice some muscle-control? Or self-control perhaps? What got you to be so jumpy and twitching?”<br>Kris clicked his tongue – his words might have sounded a bit harsh to someone stranger, but Kris was tensed up as it was. Besides he didn’t care about stereotypes, so he often made fun of them – he didn’t believe all Slytherins were necessary sly or cunning nor that all Ravencalws were brilliant. Kris often scoffed at the presumptions people made when they heard your house, even at the characteristics of his own house. He didn’t bother to hide it either, even though Kris knew very well how much it irritated Mary.

((I'm still a bit lost tonight so I'll try to be better with my other posts ))

[Mary Evans]

Mary shot Kris a warning glare as he mentioned Mary being jumpy. He did not heed though and went on that she needed to practice muscle control… self-control. “Why Kris? Why?” she spat out sitting up and turning on him with venom. The more rational part of her knew he was just kidding but that was the part she had been suppressing these last hours… Right now all that mattered was she was in a bad mood and Kris was knowingly pushing the wrong buttons. “Please enlighten me as to why I need to control my muscles? So I can be a good little Slytherin and control the emotions on my face? Or so I can seem unaffected when something scares me? That way when horrendous things happen it won't affect my servitude of the Dark Lord? Or maybe so I can keep up the image and have space made for me in halls as you said you so enjoy? Gotta make sure people avoid getting in my way and to do so I must always appear apathetic is that it? Please Kris tell me why, I am just dying to know.” She said to him with her voice dripping with sarcasm and raising with every syllable until she was near screaming at her. She was sick of people telling her what she needed to do and she didn’t need it from Kris of all people. She sat there glaring at him waiting for some smart-aleck remark and a calm demeanour, placating her, telling her she was crazy.

[kris]

Kris raised an eye-brow towards Mary as she started to move towards throwing a temper tantrum. She had always been touchy when Kris made fun of the idea of identifying oneself through his or hers house. Kris knew that he nor Mary could never stay mad at each other for long, so he smirked. They could both use a chance to loose some anger.
So he answered in a cold, almost malicious tone: “You already answered yourself, sweety-pie, Slytherin pride if not your personal pride should keep you from moping in front of others and not being seen twitchy. Yes, I enjoy people moving out of my way – some of them are below me and I won’t care just anyone out there. If they are dumb enough to decide on someone’s - mine at this case – personality without really taking the bother to get to know me, then why should I waste my time on them? I have bitten anyone who has approached me yet.”<br>
Kris smirked coldly: “You want to be social and nice – be that way. But do control yourself – wouldn’t want people to think there is something wrong with your nerves, do we? Do what you want, honey, but do practice with the useful characteristic of thinking before acting. Might save you some trouble.”<br>It was true. Kris had his own beliefs from time to time, but he didn’t force them onto anyone else. Just the same he wasn’t very willing to change his views. But he didn’t judge others either. Kris would always accept Mary as she was – the laughs, sharp comments, jokes and temper tantrums as well. Today they had both just ran into each other when they were in a bad mood and needed to get it out of their system. Kris knew everything would be fine after they both had calmed down again. But there had been one thing that had struck a nerve.

“Your servitude of the Dark Lord? Didn’t know you were coward enough to avoid Voldemort’s name. Nor blinded enough by foolish dream-castles to believe that the world will be placed in front of your feet when you join him. It’s time to grow up you know, especially with the world in the position it is at now,” Kris’s voice started to turn silky, which was a sign that he was angry. For Kris silky tone was worse then a steely or cold or emotionless one. Kris was one of the few older Sltyherins who didn’t support Voldemort’s ideas and who would say with certainty that he would never become a Death Eater one day. He wouldn’t help aurors or Potter either, but Kris would never bow to Voldemort. Kris had heard from her grand-parents about Voldemort’s back-ground and there was a rumor that Voldemort might have been involved distantly with the murder of Kris’s father. So the sentence Mary had dropped so carelessly had struck a nerve and had struck it painfully. Kris forced down the cold fire of anger in his eyes, knowing that his words probably ticked Mary off even more, but right now he didn’t really care much.

[Mary Evans]

Instead of a cool response as Mary expected Kris responded to her yelling with some screaming of his own; or Kris’ equivalent at least. “I was not moping and even were I moping then you would be being a real sensitive brother right now you know Krissy Bear.” She shouted at him using her pet name for him in such a way to show how she loathed it at the moment; she abhorred him at that moment. “Plus who cares if I mope? Why would it mean I have no pride if I allow people to see when I'm upset Kris?” she asked knowing full well her personal pride wouldn’t let her, but wanting him to answer just the same, she was in a mood she would fight about anything.

They both knew that the comment on her serving ‘The Dark Lord’ was utter nonsense and it only further infuriated her further to hear him speak as if she were serious. Hearing him go on her temper simply rose until it reached a deafening crescendo as she heard him tell her to grow up. “Oh me grow up? Me? I'm not the one who lost Slytherin 80 points for being in the forest and another 10 for talking back Kris! And you think I'm a coward for not using his name? Well I think you are stupid for being so audacious; you know how much influence he has and that very few in our house would think twice about selling you out. And yet you insist on insulting him like he’s no more powerful than little Potter. You may be safe here in Dumbledore’s castle for now but you will have to leave at some point and it is not wise to use a name whose power you do not appear to understand.”

[kris]

Kris sneered towards Mary: “You don’t want someone to comfort you. You just want a punching-bag, but you have to look farther for that. And do you really think that ridiculous nick-name YOU thought up is going to bother me?” Kris’s eyes flashed coldly towards Mary. He really wasn’t in the mood to be the nice guy or ‘brother’ today and he showed it. Mary had probably expected his usually cold reservation, but not today. Kris was in a grouchy mood and ready to snap at anyone. Picking up some random quill someone had seemed to have forgotten here, Kris started twirling it between his fingers absent-mindedly.

Mary’s mention of loosing points for Slytherin brought up some amusement though: “I lost 90 points. And since when is that a news? In case you haven’t noticed, then I loose points as often as I earn them. You need to do much better than that if you want to get to me.” It was true – after the Weasley Twins had left, Kris was one of the students who lost most points. Then again – he earned most of them back as well in classes. He pretty much stayed balanced with earning and loosing points.
Kris fell silent locking his level stare with Mary’s eyes. Breathing out slowly Kris controlled his temper. He didn’t lash out to Mary, but an angry flame did lit up Kris’s eyes.
“Coward. Trying to play a psychaitrist now?” Kris’s voice was barely a silky whisper, but it carried over the classroom easily, “And don’t over-estimate Dumbeldore’s power. There has been two kidnappings this year – do you count that as perfectly safe, little girl?” Kris eyes flashed angrily as the quill between his fingers broke. Looking at the two useless pieces Kris threw the old and rather battered quill carelessly over his shoulder. He was angry.

[Mary Evans]

“You think I need you for a punching bag? There are a million of those in this school; you just need to go up that bloody tower and they will fall at your feet. And unless I am much mistaken you came upon me Kris; I did no seek you out. You expect me to be Little Miss Sunshine just because you come around? Well I am sorry Kris I am not one of those girls who goes weak at the knees because you pay them a speck of attention; you will have to go up Gryffindor Tower for that as well.” Mary spat at him before his calling her a coward once more and said that she was the one trying to play psychologist.

“How many times can one person be wrong in one day Krissy Bear?” she asked, “Because once again it was you, not I, who is testing their hand at psychology. I said you area an impudent fool for your lack of respect. And you even agree that he is powerful enough to make this castle not as strong as it should be and yet you insist on putting yourself in harms way by insulting him. I may not agree with him in several key respects but I would do better than insult him and you should too.” Mary said to him a million times more calmly than before; and much calmer than she felt.

Turning around she spotted her bag on the floor with a number of her things spilled out around it. On a sudden impulse she used her wand to lift a jar of ink and just watched it hover for a moment. With a smirk she sent it hurling at the wall. It impacted with a resounding smash and she watched the dark liquid drip down the wall with satisfaction and little shards of crystal scattered around the floor.

“I just don’t get how you can be so foolish Kris; you would think you were a bloody Gryffindor the way you behave. You romp around with Gryffindors in the Dark Forest and lose close to 100 points, then justify that you make it up in class even though you know balancing it out does not help us win the cup; for that we need a surplus. You insult those higher than you and I now find out that extends to The Dark Lord. How can you not realise the consequences of those actions Kris? Do you want to get yourself killed? Or are you really that thick? His ideals may be questionable but he sure has power and you are far from invincible so you had better figure out what’s going on before you get yourself murdered Kris.”<br>

[kris]

“Maybe I am a fool then, but I refuse to bow my head to someone who doesn’t deserve it. If that makes me an ‘impudent fool’ as you so eloquantly put it, then guess I am one. But if the guy can’t even beat a bloody toddler…” Kris left the end of the sentence hanging in the air, “I’m not insulting him. I’m not bowing to kiss the ground he walked on either though.”<br>Kris watched as Mary destroyed a jar of ink and raised a calm eye-brow: “Would you mind smashing ink jars when I’m not around or within a safer distance. It’s too bothersome to get dark ink out of silk,” Kris stated calmly as one droplet of ink landed on the table next to him, “And I’m not really feeling up to visiting the tailor again.”<br>
Kris’s eye twitched as Mary compared him to a bloody Gryffindor: “The consequences of my actions? I know them and understand what they might bring with them. Bit I’m not changing. Getting myself killed – well, I’ll die sooner or later anyway. I’d rather go down after having enjoyed my life and living it the way I like. Not bowing my back to some idiot.” For a moment Kris fell silent before quoting Paulo Coelho quietly: “It’s better to loose some battles for your dreams, than be beaten without ever knowing what you were fighting for. I don’t mind loosing if it comes to that, Mary, but I certainly mind not fighting.”<br>

[Mary Evans]

Mary sighed in frustration as Kris went on and on about how Voldemort did not deserve respect and he refused to bow to him. “Gosh Kris how thick can you get? He has influence ergo he deserves respect; just because we may not agree with his principles does not mean that he can not hurt us. And I never said to kiss the ground he walks on; I said to simply refrain from doing things that overtly bother him; such as using his name. You are insulting him Kris; not only that but you are doing it knowingly.”<br>
She ignored his comment about her breaking the ink; it was fun and the houseelves would be the ones cleaning it anyways. She did not ignore, though, his speech about dying for the fight. “Oh so you would rather die to “live” than live to die is that it? Because if that’s the case I suggest you go ask that batty old man for a house change right now because you are a fool and belong in that bloody tower. God you need to spend less time with Gryffindors, they are warping your mind Kris; making you not see reason.”<br>

[kris]

Kris was actually almost amused at Mary’s temper tantrum. It wasn’t much different from how a spoilt six or seven-year old would stomp and pout and scream when she didn’t get her way. Even though Mary was better articulated. But Kris certainly saw some resemblances in the behavior.
Not really even listening to the words Mary expressed her annoyance in, Kris glanced outside. In wasn’t until Mary started ranting about Gryffindors that Kris turned his attention back to the younger girl.

Slowly an eye-brow arched as Kris sneered at Mary coldly: “I’m a bloody Gryffindor? I thought you already could tell the difference between colours, sweety-pie.” Knowing Mary would probably hate the too sugar-coated nick-name. Actually even Kris didn’t like the way it sounded. Maybe that was why he had used it.
“The badge of my house is green and has a snake on it. Describes me rather well actually,” Kris added with dry sarcasm, “I do think instead of rushing to do something incredibly pointless, idiotic and something that won’t help anyone. Rather harms the ones I wish to help. Pretty much sums up how Gryffindors act.”<br>Kris scowled – the fact that he might sometimes seemingly act thoughtlessly didn’t bother him as much as the suggestion that some Gryffindor might be able to cloud his ability to think for himself.

[Mary Evans]

“Yes Kris I can see plain as day that your crests clams you belong in Slytherin and are not rash; but your actions are what tell me you belong in red. You call insulting those with more influence than you a Slytherin trait? That is as impertinent Gryffindor as they come honey… You seriously need to get your head together boy because with that sort of speech I can tell you, you will not survive when the Dark Lord rises again. You said it yourself; two kidnappings, we are not perfectly safe here in Hogwarts. Does that not give you the hint that you had better choose a side and fast? You can't go on insulting both sides like this… Wear green and show respect to the Dark Lord because we all know he earned it and will not forgive should you show a lack… Or put on some bloody red and go down fighting like a fool… It’s up to you Krissy Bear; but decided fast because this indecision will kill you.” Mary spat out with venom tired of this. She was concerned for him and sick of the fact that he refused to see reason.

[kris]

Kris smirked at Mary. “I think I already chose a side. I’m staying neutral,” Kris observed Mary silently. She was only two years younger than he, but sometimes she seemed like a spoiled child to Kris. Well, considering her back-ground Mary probably was spoiled to some extent. But on this Voldemort subject she had surprisingly strong views.
“Voldermort has lost to Wonder-kid too many times. And started loosing to him when he was merely a toddler,” Kris sneered, “I can’t see how that makes anyone respect him. If anyone needs time to think and get her priorities sorted out, then it would rather be you,” Kris looked at Mary pointedly before raising again and walking away, “Give it some thought, honey.”<br>Leaving the classroom Kris let the classroom door close with a bang behind him while glaring at some random students on his way, who quickly cleared out.


((Sorry my Kris mood is warying a little lately again. And I have no idea what so ever what to answer to this post))

[Mary Evans]

Mary stood there seething, glaring daggers at Kris as he told her she was the one who was backwards. With another flick of her wand her spare ink jar was headed straight for the wall as Kris headed for the door. The door slammed shut just as the jar impacted against the wall. The light grey wall was now soaked through black so the original colour could barely be seen.

Mary growled with frustration and plopped back down the table she had occupied before Kris’ interruption. She picked up her book and flipped it open once more, slowly taking in the words once more. Kris gone and their conversation slipping from the forefront of Mary’s mind her tensed muscles began to relax and she slipped into a serene state. She knew she would have to emerge at some point… but not yet.