Got lost? ((Millie, Karmik))

[kris]

Kris excited his dormitory in a rotten mood not even blinking when the door behind him slammed close rather loudly. Without sparing a glance at any side Kris went straight through the common room with no-one getting in his way as he excited the room.
Closing the common room a only a bit more quietly than the dormitory room Kris let his eyes adjust to the bit darker dungeon.
Hesitating for a barely a second, Kris turned around and went down the hallways, instinctively trying to step as quietly as possibly.

Taking some turns Kris came up to a door to a rather comfortable and surprisingly cozy room he knew in the dungeons. He had read in here the previous evening – a book on dark curses - and most probably would get some peace and quiet here today as well.
Reaching for the door-handle Kris’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He had closed the door the previous evening but right now it wasn’t closed anymore. Kris took it almost as if trespassing on his territory – he had cleaned the room up with magic a couple of year previous and no-one had came here besides him. Most people didn’t even know it was here, even though it was only one secret door and a short hallway away from the Entrance Hall. Snape had seen the room – once – but he hadn’t said a word to Kris about it, except for dryly remarking that he should make sure some other profesors wouldn’t see his literature choices.

Almost growling Kris opened the door quietly and stepped in his eyes focusing on some boy Kris didn’t really know. The boy was younger than Kris, but that didn’t comfort Kris really.
“Got lost in a snake’s lair?” Kris hissed maliciously at the boy, “Or are you just suicidal? You have five seconds to get out of my face and if you are gone in that time, then maybe I won’t curse you for bothering me.”<br>

[karmikkiester]

"Chill out, I was just having some fun here I think this room is cool And by no way it is your territory and if you try to be smart with me i will tell everyone about the books you are reading," Karmik smirked, "However if you allow me to stay here your secret will be well guarded or else.....". Karmik took out of his bag a book of killing curses and other inforgivable curses of other ministries.
"Here," he said raising the book high, "Thats what I am doing and I am sure you wont mind having a glance at this book every now and then, now, if you try to be oversmart we both will be expelled, though I dont mind leaving the school as it is just an obligation on me, but I think if you get expelled it will be quite a loss to you. So what do you think?"

[kris]

Kris stared at the boy. Who on earth did he think he was?
“This happens to be a private stack of books,” Kris sneered glancing at the book he took out form his bag, “And what do you know – are you a thief as well? Or just a foolish little boy who found a book somewhere,” Kris had the same book so his eyes scanned the shelves in search for it – but then again. If the boy had taken it from the room, Kris would know. There were some rather nasty hexes on all of his property.

Sneering at the boy Kris entered the room and sat gracefully in the royal armchair as he looked at the boy as if he was dirt under his feet. For Kris he actually was.
“And what makes you think the professors don’t know my choice of literature?” it wasn’t a complete lie. Snape certainly knew about it. And maybe Dumbeldore as well – Kris didn’t know about the senile Head-master nor did he actually care.
Clicking his tongue towards the boy Kris moved his head to the side: “And unlike you I have authorization from my legal guardians for these books. They sent them to me. Maybe you have heard of them – Meredith and Julien Graas? Julian just greatly won the lections for MoM in France. Then again – you don’t know about it. If you are bootlicking scut to try and reason here…”

Kris didn’t finish the sentence. Dropping out of Hogwarts wouldn’t be a problem for him as he would be accepted in Durmstrang or Beauxbatons immediately. Besides – Kris had enough money to live happily ever after with it. He was counted rich according to wealthy pure-blooded standard and he commanded all of his wealth independently. Leaving Hogwarts wouldn’t really be any problem to him. But the boy’s attitude certainly angered him as with a move of his wrist Kris’s wand was out of it’s secret pocket in his sleeve. Kris didn’t worry – in a duel a third year wouldn’t stand a chance against him.
Hearing a soft shuffling coming form the door. Moving his head so he could see who was at the door via a mirror Kris didn’t show any outward emotion.

“Millicent, fancy seeing you here,” Kris drawled out lazily with her wand slowly twirling between his fingers, “I was just about to teach this worthless creature here a lesson on how to treat those better than him. Care to join me?”<br>

((Hope you don't mind, Millie ))

[millicenbulstrode]

((Don’t mind at all. Would have replied sooner had my muse been more cooperative but as is…))

Millicent sat in her dorm room with the radio blasting, wizarding music of course, as if she would listen to anything written by filthy muggles. The muggles weren’t as bad as the mudbloods of course, at least they hadn’t intruded where they weren’t wanted, but they still were not worth Millie’s notice. She flipped through a book but found herself reading the same line over, and over, and over; it was just too boring. Throwing the book on her nightstand she went over to her trunk and tossed out piles of clothes, books, papers, anything and everything until the base appeared. She then lifted out the false bottom carefully and looked at her small collection of dark arts paraphernalia. It was nothing compared to the things at home but… she just loved it and felt these things too precious to part with. Looking over the book titles though she realised she has read them all too recently and would go have to find something new… and she knew just the place.

Millicent grabbed her frumpy purse and put on a pair of flat-soled plain black shoes before starting out into the hallway. She traversed familiar hallways in search of a library she had been shown before. Mr Kris Graas in the year below her had furnished up an old classroom into a lovely little study and allowed Millie access to it; she often took him up on that offer.

As she turned down the correct corridor she heard male voices speaking though she couldn’t hear what was being said. As she turned into the room though Kris welcomed her warmly and invited her to join him in teaching the possessor of he other voice a lesson. Millie was aghast when she saw who it was, some little Raven sitting in an armchair like it was his room.

[karmikkiester]

Karmik snapped his wand out of his cloak, he was not uncivilised like a few people but he surely coldn't allow himself to be overpowered by some silly slytherin. Just then the door opened again and this time it was some girl.

There was an evil grin on Karmik's face and he lokked at Kris and said, "So you need a elp of a girl to beat me? What a shame."

"By the way, wha on earth are you?" he asked the girl standing at the door.

[kris]

Kris threw his head back and laughed when the third year pulled out his wand. A mere third year thought he could compete with either Kris or Millie, even had they been alone? The idea was amusing.
“Maybe you should be kept in a room at St. Mungos. A room with white walls as you are most certainly imbecile enough to be kept there,” Kris remarked with amusement, “And need Millie to beat you up? Hardly the case, but I’m rather sure I could learn a little from her. I’m rather sure you are going to get a first han experience in exactly how good we both are.”<br>Millicent was a pure-blood and she was a powerful witch. Kris wasn’t scared of her, but he didn’t underestimate her either.

With a careless flick of his wand a locked cupboard that Kris had placed some traps around, so no one but him could open it flew open. One more flick and a couple of years old Merlot bottle poured it’s wine into two silver goblets. One floating to Kris, who picked it up. He didn’t drink much nor very often but a glass of wine wouldn’t influence Kris yet. Maybe thanks to being born in French and Italy where good wines were regular.
“Wine?” Kris asked as the second goblet floated to a small table next to the door, where Millicent could easily pick it up or leave it, as Kris himself took a sip of the drink while icily eyeing the third year over the edge of the goblet.

[millicenbulstrode]

Millicent scoffed at the impudent young boy’s insinuation that Kris needed anybody’s help in dealing with him; and the implication that her being female was a weakness. Surely this boy couldn’t be so foolish as to not have heard of the Queens? Why, everyone in the school knew to fear them above all else; you are safer with the things that go bump in the night than with an agitated Queen. Millie cracked her knuckles threateningly and considered unsheathing her wand to strangle him then and there but that would be too sudden she decided; might as well toy with him first. Then Kris spoke for a time before offering her wine, which she refused in the form of ignoring its presence.

((Karmik I am guessing you meant “who” right?)) Then the audacious little boy dared ask who she was; can you imagine? She chuckled for a moment before setting him an icy glare. Looking at Kris she grinned. “Is this boy for real? Surely he must be joking… First to be stupid enough to walk into the Slytherin layer like he has any business here when I bet he doesn’t even know what this place is besides a study in an otherwise unoccupied classroom. And now he claims not to know who I am? Would you be a dear and inform him as to the identities of myself and my fellow Queens? You see I would do it myself but… I fear he is too far below me to hear. His senses must be dull considering he obviously slept through last year. Else how could he have forgotten about Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad and all the points I took from his house? Unfortunate business her disappearance eh? Such a shame I don't have that badge to assist in asserting my power anymore. Granted I find myself more than capable without it don't you think?” She spoke with a smirk not once showing any sign of noting the boy’s presence despite her words.