Watch it! ((Fiona))

[kris]

Paris, Milano, Rome, Vatikan, Spain, London – there were thousands of great places to see. The only view Kris got right now was rain. It just poured down with any hope for a better weather. Kris scowled at the rain that showed from the window and stormed moodily at the counter not bothering to say anything as he pushed a third year Gryffindor girl out of the way.
“Double strong espresso,” Kris ordered harshly from the sales-person who – for her own safety – filled the order immediately. Had she taken a second longer then Kris would have cursed him.

Picking up the cup Kris dropped a galleon on the counter and left the coffee-store with one last flourish of his cloak. Storming down the Diagon Alley Kris cursed England and London and this wretched Diagon Alley with all it’s mudbloods with practically every word he knew. And with some he made up on the go.
Turning the corner Kris saw the entrance to Knockturn Alley and avoided a muddy puddle when someone crashed into his side.
Cursing out loudly Kris managed to avoid the puddle with a partially graceful jump even though he lost his cup of steaming coffee. The girl who had crashed into him hadn’t been so lucky and Kris looked down at her with distaste.
“Will you watch it,” Kris growled furiously recognizing the girl faintly as someone who might be in Slytherin. That discovery didn’t improve Kris’s mood – that was already bad – at all. Besides he had lost his coffee. The girl should be overly-joyed Kris hadn’t hexed her yet.

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona pulled her cloak up close around her face and cursed the weather. Rain! Of all the stinking days to rain it had to be the day she actually had something to do in Diagon Alley, instead of all the days she had been here avoiding her parents. The rain was blocking her view of most things and she forced her gaze to the ground so she wouldn't slide on the mud.

Fiona had decided to slip over to Knockturn Alley for the afternoon; it tended to have more shelter than Diagon Alley. She felt her feet sink into the mud and cursed at the fact she was wearing her new shoes and new robes.

Fiona was close to the entrance when she slammed into someone. The mud caused her to slip and she fell into a puddle. Cursing loudly she looked at the mud and water that had splashed all over her new robes. She threw off her hood covering her long red hair and starred up at the idiot who hadn't been watching where he was going.

Her green eyes bore into his eyes as he said "Will you watch it." Fiona knew the guy was a year or two in front of her in Slytherin. She clutched her wand in her robe and resisted the temptation to practice her latest jinx on him. She quickly rose from the muddy water as it began to seep through her clothes. "Why don't ye watch where ye going? Ye ran into me! Look at me robes and shoes, they're new ye know!" Fiona was so angry she didn't care about the rain soaking her hair and running down her face or the fact that her Irish accent came out stronger than it had in years.

[kris]

The girl cursed loudly and the thought that it wasn’t very lady-like flashed through Kris’s head. Hearing the barbaric accent that was threateningly close to that half-freak Hagrid’s accent and hearing the words Kris looked at the girl. Didn’t the new Slytherins get ANY education as kids? Where was the respect for oneself, the grace, elegance, the upholding of one’s family-name? And then speaking in public with such disasterous accent. And this girl had the arrogance to bark back at Kris.
“Oh, of course, I was just expecting you to have the slightest bit of intelligence to know when to stay out of the way of those older and obviously better than you,” Kris hissed to the girl with irony dripping form his voice.

The girl was soaked with rain dripping from her flaming hair. Glancing at that hair Kris wondered with smirk if the girl was thought of as a relative of those worthless Weasleys or not. Red hair wasn’t that common trait, even though there might not be a related connection. Giving one more disliking glance at the girls muddy clothes and soaked hair Kris turned and continued down the road towards Knockturn Alley once again. He would not lower himself to the level of shouting in the middle of a street. If the girl would decide to follow, then that would be her problem.

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona's eyes blazed at the comment about her intelligence. She forced her hand to let go of the wand she was clutching tightly in her ropes. This boy didn't know who he was talking to at all. Fiona's family was one of the oldest wizarding families alive and she suddenly felt the need to educate him of this fact.

Fiona watched the boy turn and head toward Knockturn Alley leaving her in the rain soaking. Fiona shook her head and pulled the cloak up over her hair before following him. She walked quickly to catch up with him nearly slipping as she went.

Fiona took a deep breath before she spoke, trying to clear it of her Irish accent, "You shouldn't insult my intelligence until you get to know me," Fiona's voice began to rise, "and you shouldn't believe just because you're older than you are better than me. I assure you I could take you anywhere, anytime, and anyway." Fiona's voice had dropped to a whisper at the end of her threat.

Fiona's eyes glinted with a thirst to prove herself against this boy and she had never known something so strong. Fiona wished that she was old enough to do magic outside Hogwarts. If she was old enough this boy would have regretted insulting her.

Fiona wiped the water from her face as she turned her head to look at the boy. She wanted to see if she had baited the boy into a fight. What she saw there did not frighten her and her eyes blazed, making them look darker than ever before.

[kris]

The bloody rain was still pouring. Kris pondered over the possibility of making a list of all the things he loathed in Britain, but decided not to bother. Descending a couple of steps Kris felt his shoulders relax a little at the familiar sight of the Knockturn Alley. At least mudbloods didn’t infest that place.
The girl caught up to *Kris being out of breath and Kris once again wondered who wizards could be so out of shapes. At least most wizards. You couldn’t only depend on your wand – with a good ‘Expelliarmus’ you would be completely defenceless.

“Running into by-passers and sitting in mud doesn’t raise my opinion of your intelligence,” Kris answered back with a bored glance from half-closed eye-lids before he raised his right hand so the big square-shaped emerald in silver flashed, “Ever heard of family heirloom rings? This on proves I’m the head of MY home and family-tree branch and already that makes me higher than you.” The family heirloom ring had been worn by the most important member of the family since 13th century. And pure-bloods followed rather stiff hierarchy.

Not even bothering to reply to the rather pathetic – not to mention idiotic - statement that a third year could take him, Kris didn’t even know whether to laugh at the thought he would swallow such thoughtless bait, or be saddened at the fact that a third year Slytherin would still be so foolish. Looking at the girl with an amused smirk Kris watched as her eyes blazed before turning and walking away once again. Entering a parlor Kris nodded to the bartender who already rushed towards him with a bow: “Mr. Graas, a pleasure to see you at my humble parlor once again.” Kris glanced at the decorated walls, paintings and floor with a complex mosaic on it and refrained from commenting on the humble.

“Good day, Ewain, a glass of Merlot,” Kris ordered and a moment later was already holding a goblet that had a dragon for the glass’s leg and holding the glass – with red wine in it. Just the way Kris liked it – the dragon and the red wine made an interesting picture, almost letting you imagine you were drinking blood out of the goblet. Taking a tasting sip Kris approved the wine with a nod. Kris was one of the very few persons underaged who was served wine here.
Taking the goblet along Kris moved to the backroom and chose an armchair and a forbidden book of Dark Arts before looking at the girl with boredom: “So is there anything sensible you have to say still?”

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

"I may be younger than you but it doesn't mean that I can't put up a good fight. Besides you aren't the only one with a family heirloom," she motioned to her own finger where her green jeweled ring held the family crest. She was the only child of the O'Reillys' and so she had received the ring.

Fiona continued to follow him into a parlor where he was greeted somewhat ceremoniously by the bartender and within seconds had what looked to be his usual drink. She didn't know why she felt she had to defend herself so strongly, but knew that she would not relent until she had proved her intelligence and superiority. He sat down in a chair and she stood looking down upon him seething with anger. No one usually dared to turn their backs on her and walk away and she had no intention of doing that to him.

'So is there anything sensible you have to say?' was his next comment and Fiona held back the cry of frustration that was burning to get out. "You think you're better than me?" Fiona questioned with caution and then a smile broke across her face. A laugh escaped her lips as she floated gently into a chair opposite him. "I thought you were insulting my intelligence level, but I realize that it's your intelligence that has been found lacking." Fiona continued to smile as she took her cloak off to let it dry on the armchair. She looked back at the boy awaiting his reply.

[kris]

Kris glanced at the girl’s ring with boredom: “Yes, but you forgot one little detail. You have to obey you parents, I don’t have parents, so I’m literally head of my family.”
Kris watched how the girl seemed to be absolutely furious because of him and smirked. It was amusing to watch her so upset over some comments Kris had carelessly threw over his shoulders without even bothering to sharpen them to their usual level. Kris toyed with the idea of mentioning to him that she looked like a servant waiting for orders, as she stood in front of him while Kris was sitting. She sat fairly soon after it, so Kris didn’t comment. Irritating her was rather amusing.

“Sweety, I don’t THINK I’m better than you,” Kris drawled out slowly, letting words loll over his lips. A way of speaking that sometimes irritated people, “I KNOW I’m better than you.” Kris clicked his tongue with mock sympathy and took a sip of his wine.
Placing his goblet onto a small table next to his armchair, Kris reached out his legs and opened the book on Dark Arts he had picked out and opened it, flicking through the pages calmly, stopping read a bit closer about a rather gruesome spell that was supposed to pull one’s bowels out of the person’s body while the person was still alive. Looking at the rather detailed picture of the effects of the curse, Kris wasn’t really phased.

“Do wish some dinner, sir?” a waitress asked, approaching tentatively and Kris hesitated. He wasn’t exactly hungry, but the foods in this place were good. “Dragon mint,” Kris ordered a specialty of this place calmly. The dessert was good – shaped like a dragon, it consisted mint and ice-cream in chocolate cover. And the taste was sharp, contradicted and new. Refreshing. Something that perfectly fit Kris.
“Very good, and for the young lady?” the servant asked still talking to Kris, who eyed the girl with a smirk playing at his lipcorner: “She has entertained me today, so bring her something she wants. I’ll pay for it.” The waitress bowed and slipped away while Kris watched the girl with amusement visible on his face, waiting for her reaction.

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona sat quietly while he tried to bait her into another fight. She kept her temper down while he talked about being better than she was. However, there was something else she was feeling for this boy in front of her. She actually felt sorry for him. Sure, Fiona had always wanted to be in control of everything she did, but to not have parents to love and care for you was something that Fiona would miss terribly.

Fiona glanced down at her ring thankful that she wasn't alone. "You're right about something. I have to obey my parents, but I don't mind because I love them. I pity those who don't have parents, because they do not know the love that parents hold for their children," Fiona sighed as she looked up at the boy, who seemed to be absorbed in a book.

Fiona sat watching him when a waitress, who seemed frightened that she would be hexed, interrupted his reading to ask about dinner. Fiona was definitely hungry, but there was no way she was going to say something to the waitress. Surprisingly the boy told the waitress to get Fiona whatever she wanted. Fiona desperately wanted food, but she didn't want to please him by ordering something. The waitress bowed and left before Fiona could say anything.

Fiona looked at the boy and with as much politeness as she could muster said "I'm not hungry." She would rather starve to death than let this guy buy her dinner, especially since she had 'entertained' him so well. "Besides I'm not done entertaining you. I assure you my best act is yet to come," Fiona's eyes narrowed and the pity she had been feeling for him died suddenly. If this was a battle of wills between the two, she wouldn't go out without a fight. She might not win, but she knew that she could, at least, put up a good battle.

[kris]

Kris looked at his ring calmly. He didn’t miss his mother. He hadn’t shed a tear for her death when Kris was five. He was rather grateful because thanks to it Kris could see thestrals. His father – Kris missed him. His father had taught him a lot – how to ride, how to move around woods, climb mountains, help wounded animals, carve, play guitar, use his wand, swim. Kris missed his father, but the times they had had together had been amazing.
So maybe that was why Kris’s eyes were calm as he looked at Fiona again: “Do you think I climbed out from under a rock? I have known parental love and care.” Even if only from his father Kris added mentally.

The girl didn’t order anything. Didn’t really bother Kris until the girls next words curved Kris’s lip corner up again in a half-smirk, half-smile: “You’re not done entertaining me? Good to hear, because the day is still young. So what view shall I be seeing next? Tap-dance, a personal concert, juggling?” Kris closed the book with a snap and placed it ona table next to him accepting the dragon shaped dessert he had ordered. Admiring the chocolate-dragon that had been made life-like to the smallest details, Kris broke it’s head off and swallowed it, feeling all the tastes explode in his mouth to a very pleasant mixture. Smirking towards the girl Kris raised his fork with a next bite: “Sure you don’t want something?” The waiter stopped upon hearing Kris’s words and looked expectingly at the girl to here her reply, before leaving.

Kris was eating the dragons neck and for a few moments let the silence stretch as he looked at the girl valuatingly: “Since you are already going to entertain me, then how about introducing yourself?” Grinning and stating before a next biting comment Kris added with a lazy drawl, “Not that it’s necessary information fro you, but I’m Kris Graas. You’ll forgive me for not kissing your hand in greeting.”

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona's stomach gave a lurch as she saw the dragon shaped dessert brought out to the boy. She ignored the hunger pains she was feeling. "I don't want anything, thank you," Fiona said politely as she watched the boy take huge bites of his dessert. She had made a mistake in telling him that she could entertain him. The truth was she couldn't trust the boy enough to entertain him. Her entertainment consisted of her business in Knockturn Alley. On the other hand, she was rather lonely and didn't mind the company he offered even if he was lower than her. She smiled at her own thoughts about him, but realized that to say them out loud would cause a riot and besides maybe he was telling the truth about being better. Fiona doubted it, but bit her tongue so she wouldn't say anything outlandish.

The boy finally introduced himself as Kris Graas. She had heard the name before and Fiona's thoughts of him being lower than her were crushed. So this was Kris she thought. He didn't seem any better than her, but according to what some people had said, he was. Not too much better, but his family name was higher up on the totem pole than hers. Fiona shrugged off this bit of detail and looked at him closely. "So you're Kris Graas? I must say, you're not what I expected. Of course, who is now a days," her voice held only the slightest of sarcasm as she watched him. She knew he deserved her respect, but she did not feel like giving it. "Fiona O'Reilly. I must admit that you are held in higher regard than I am, but that will change very soon." Fiona only hinted at the plans she had in store, but as soon as she smiled all seriousness in her voice disappeared. She leaned forward and picked up the book Kris had put on the table. Flipping through the pages, she watched his face out of the corner of her eye.

[kris]

Kris enjoyed the dessert, just smirking as the girl rejected the request for dinner once again. Her own problem, even when she seemed a bit hungry. Kris had offered, she had declined, the rest wasn’t Kris’s problem anymore.
Not what the girl expected. Kris raised an eye-brow and smirked: “Well, seeing as you weren’t able to recognize me, I don’t doubt the fact I’m not what you expected. But at least you’ve heard of me…” Kris let the end of the sentence tangle in the air, before smirking and half-closing his eye-lids partially. It shielded his eyes from direct view – one trick he had learned from his female relatives and a trick that very often became handy – but he himself could observe his companion without problems.

“I must agree on the last part there. Not to speak about the level of Hogwarts and the disgraceful number of mudbloods and those half-blooded freaks – even Slytherins aren’t up to the scrap anymore. Especially the younger years. Dealing with Hufflepuffs and Gryfifndors – the behavior of some of some so-called Slytherins is disgraceful,” Kris sneered at the though. Such things really grated his nerves and Slytherins doing that had tasted his hexes more than once. But they never seemed to learn. Seeing how this girl had barked back at him, made Kris wonder if she would perhaps become someone worthy of their house colours and pride?

“O’Reilly. Good bloodline,” Kris murmured recalling something faintly form somewhere in the back of his mind. He thought he had ran into this girls parents at some formal gathering. He didn’t know all pure-blood family-trees in England however, so he just silently watched as the girl flipped through his book, wanting to see which spell would draw her attention.

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona continued to flip through the book. There were pictures of some spells that she lingered at. One was a spell that had been taken from the muggles of ancient Egypt. The spell pulled the victims brain out through their nose. The picture went into much detail and Fiona couldn't help the smile that crossed her face. It was amazing what had been stolen from muggles, but then again maybe the muggles stole it from wizards. Fiona continued to flip through the book looking over spells that constricted the lungs of the victim or worse filled the lungs with water.

Fiona stopped flipping through the book and looked at the page before her. She kept her face still refusing to let Kris see the reaction. She studied the page of a spell that pulled the bowels out of someone while they were alive. It wasn't the picture or even the thought of the spell that made Fiona stop. It was the fact that she had overhead a conversation not long ago and someone had mentioned performing this curse. Fiona closed the book quickly and placed it on the table. Her heart was beating faster and she felt like she couldn't breath. She looked up at Kris to see if he had noticed how jumpy she now was. Fiona looked cautiously around her looking for someone she might recognize, but no one was around. Fiona seemed to be in only the company of Kris, but still she felt like they were being watched.

[kris]

Kris watched Fiona as she watched the book. She seemed jumpy as she stared at the page of the spell Kris had been reading about earlier.
“You know, you aren’t that much of a beauty to look at – not with all that Weasley-like red hair. Being paranoid isn’t a looked for trait in entertainers either,” Kris drawled out lazily, enjoying his dessert slowly now. Kris had noticed Fiona getting scared or jumpy. He thought paranoid was still the best word for it, but didn’t care. If the girl was waiting for someone to feel sorry for her, then Kris wasn’t the person. He didn’t want to pry either, being wary of the possibility of the girl crying his shoulder wet at that. It had happened before and Kris was fond of this blouse. He was mean to girls and yet so many of them complained their problems to him. Kris didn’t get it. Nor did he actually care about their sob-stories. So Kris just ate his dessert, enjoying the refreshing taste.

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

'You know, you aren’t that much of a beauty to look at – not with all that Weasley-like red hair. Being paranoid isn’t a looked for trait in entertainers either,' Fiona heard Kris say and her attention snapped back to him. Fury burned inside her again and she wanted to curse the jerk for his comment. She starred at him, he seemed to be enjoying the fact that she was paranoid. He didn't understand and she wasn't going to tell him.

Fiona ran her hand through her red hair, so often had she been made fun of for her Weasley-like hair. She loved the color and she hated the Weasley family. There was no relation to them, that she knew of. "I'm sorry if my hair offends you. Would you like me to color it for you? What color would you fancy? Black? Brown? Blonde? Green?" Fiona asked her voice barely above a whisper, but in a tone that sounded like she would do whatever he asked. She kept telling herself that she didn't care what he thought, yet she couldn't help but feeling like she had to impress him. She wanted to prove to him that she was great.

"And about me being paranoid that's none of your business. If you can even call it 'paranoid'," Fiona tried to cover her use of the word 'paranoid'. She didn't want him to think she was. She didn't want or need to tell him anything that was going on with her. He wouldn't understand anyway. Fiona continued to look at him without blinking. She wasn't going to let him get to her again. "Besides if I was paranoid then maybe you can give yourself credit for that, since you seem to like to be the cause of most effects. I can see it now, you walking around all high and mighty, like normal, and then you can start telling people how you made the O'Reillys' daughter paranoid because you're scary. You should try it, it might get you even more respect and more royal treatment," Fiona stressed the word scary in a mock baby tone. She leaned forward in her chair to pull her hair up without taking her eyes off Kris. She wanted to see his reaction to her obvious attempt to annoy him.

[kris]

Kris watched with amusement as the girl seemed to get angry again. She couldn’t really do much to him though, so Kris leaned back and enjoyed the mint dragon covered with chocolate as he made a show of seriously pondering about Fiona’s question.
“Now that you mention it, I’ve always had a thing for golden-brown hair. Although black hair usually works nicely too,” came his reply with a slow drawl. Kris’s eyes moved to the high shelves of books surrounding them as they flickered with amusement. This young girlie still had lots to learn in the ways of people manipulation. Kris had managed to get her thoughts off being sad or scared and had managed it without getting some sob-story poured over her. Kris had never heard a sob-story he liked. They were mostly told by people who were too scared to laugh at the world and look for a way out of their trouble, forcing everyone else to drab them out of their self-pity.

Looking at the girl interestedly as she stared at him blinking very rarely, Kris smirked and leaned forward and waited until the girl’s eyes locked with his. Only then did Kris tell her in a secretive whisper: “Red hair and not blinking. Ron Weasley and Luna Lovegood put together. Now this is scary.”
Leaning back in his seat, Kris picked up his goblet and took a sip of his wine, mentally calculating how much more it would take before the girl would either stomp away furiously or attack him. Attacking him would be a stupider decision, but who knew about her.
“And sure, feel free to go tell everyone the ‘big bad me’ scared ‘little innocent you’,” Kris promised generously, “Maybe next time random people will know how to stay out of my way better.”

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona's anger hit near the breaking point and she was on her last strand before she would pull her wand out and jinx the jerk. Her hands were tightly clutching each other in a powerful grip that showed her white knuckles instead of the usual beige color they were. Fiona was raging on the inside at his comments. She didn't know why she was letting him get to her so easily. Kris seemed to be enjoying the fact that he could anger her so quickly and easily.

Fiona realized that she was failing the test he seemed to be putting her through. She closed her eyes and leaned back. She quickly ran through the meditation techniques she had been practicing for times when she let her anger get the best of her. Taking a deep breath she opened her eyes and laughed at the situation. She wasn't going to let him get to her this time. She refused to let him see her angry again. What would her mother say if she saw her like this?

"Well, maybe golden-brown wouldn't be so bad. It might be good to get rid of the Weasley-like hair," Fiona laughed as she actually contemplated the color. Fiona ignored his comment about Ron Weasley and Luna Lovegood. She wanted nothing to do with either and it was a great insult that he associated her with the both of them. However she just ignored the comment and continued on. "And you know you aren't that scary. You just seem to have an attitude that says 'Go away' and personally you may seem like a loner, but if you were then why did you let me stay? You seem to have enough influence here in this parlor to have me kicked clean out and never be allowed back in whether you're here or not. So why did you accept my company?"

Fiona looked at him with a smile spreading across her face. She wasn't sure how he would react, whether she would be back outside in the rain or still sitting here talking with him she didn't know. She just waited for his response bracing herself for the harsh comments she figured he would say.

[kris]

Kris did a mock frown when Fiona opened her eyes after using meditation techniques to calm down.
“Oh, she actually has some self-control. I was already expecting you to fall back into barbaric act and attack,” Kris mocked with a sweet tone.
Kris leaned back and listened as the girl tried to analyze his character feeling his amusement only growing. A lot of people had tried to get into his head and sort him out. So far none had managed it unless Kris didn’t want them to know the real him hidden under all the layers he wore and showed to public.

“I would like to point out that you were the one who said I’m a loner. I have never even hinted it,” Kris replied with a lazy drawl, “I just prefer to choose the company I’m with myself. And kicking you out – why, I would loose my free entertainment then, besides you aren’t important enough for me to bother myself with the hassle. I pick my battle carefully and you, sweety, aren’t good enough for me to bother with you.”
Kris finished his dessert and turning his head slightly, whistled sharply, as if calling for a dog. A few moments later the waitress arrived and handed him a mug of freshly made cappuccino before disappearing again, taking the empty plate with her. Kris tasted the coffee and nodded with satisfaction. The service here was always first class. It costed just as much as it was worth and more, but money had never been a problem for Kris.

Kris eyes settled on Fiona for a moment and he shrugged: “Face it, girly. You aren’t good enough to upset or anger, not important enough to kick you out and not good-looking – nor old enough – for me to be interested in you as a girl. So decide what you want to do yourself.” A lazy arch of his eye-brow and Kris reached his hand to pick up “The centuries darkest curses” and lazily start leafing through the book.

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona kept her face emotionless as Kris ripped her apart. She wouldn't let him see what his words had done to her. She was so much better than he thought, but she wasn't going to correct him. "Free entertainment..." Fiona said quietly to herself. She was beginning to realize that she should not have followed him. Obviously he didn't want company and he didn't know how to treat people of her status, even though it may have been lower than his. She was still a pureblood whose parents were on the side of the Dark Lord.

Fiona touched her hair and for the first time in her life wished that she was not a redhead. She had always loved her brilliant hair, but right now it was definitely not helping her situation. Then again, Kris didn't really care either way about her. He was just using her as entertainment. Secretly Fiona felt like crying, but she would never let that happen not there not with Kris sitting across from her.

Fiona watched as he picked up a book and began to look through it. She was debating on whether to stay or go. He didn't seem to care if she went or left. Fiona was about to get up, but decided that she wouldn't let Kris get to her. She wasn't going to go back out in the rain just because he was the one being a complete jerk. Fiona sat watching him. She didn't say anything, but just watched. She refused to move and she refused to let him make her cry. She waited to see how he would react to her new defense system, shutting up and sitting still.

[kris]

Kris observed Fiona with one eye. She repeated the words “Free entertainment” to herself and touched her hair. Obivously Kris’s words had gotten through to her. Kris swore mentally. He hadn’t wanted to make the girl feel awful, but if he couldn’t take a few words from him, how could he handle the rest of crowd or world? Well, Kris probably wasn’t just anyone, but he wasn’t the worst either.

With the girl watching him, Kris let silence stretch. The girl tried to control herself, but her eyes were shining a bit too much in light, her posture just a little too stiff.
“These books cost much, so I wouldn’t suggest causing water-damage to them,” Kris finally drawled out and called the waitress. “Chocolate brulée for her,” the waitress nodded and left as Kris eyed Fiona calmly, “Chocolate does help with lightening the mood. You’d be a fool not to eat it – and I hope you aren’t an other one of those wretched goody-two-shoes that have gotten into Slytherin lately – or if you don’t eat it, it will just stand on the table and irritate you.”

The waitress returned and placed the bowl with the dessert on the table next to Fiona’s seat upon hearing Kris’s words. Kris looked over the girl calmly and stretched his legs out, crossing them at the ankle, making sure to keep the pant’s leg from shifting away. Wouldn’t want to scare the girl now and show the hunting knife Kris had attached to his ankle – the one he wore 24/7. He would never be found helpless, even without a wand.

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona was angry with Kris. She didn't know why he didn't trust people. It was annoying to be treated like dirt. Fiona had never in her life had someone treat her like that and she began to feel a little sympathy to those she had tormented. Yet, she still felt they deserved it, for being mudbloods and half-breeds. Fiona took a deep breath and tried to dull her emotions. Kris said something about damaging the books from water and she realized that he had noticed her eyes mist. "Well, if you were any kind of a gentleman then you wouldn't have said half the things you said. You can't go treating purebloods like that. And for your information, I'm not one of those goody-two-shoes that Slytherin has been allowing in," Fiona scoffed. Her a goody-two-shoes? Inconceivable! Kris really didn't know her or her family at all.

Kris ordered some kind of chocolate dessert for Fiona. She didn't want to eat it, but she didn't want to be rude. If he wanted to be rude to her let him, but she was going to try a different approach.

Fiona picked up the dessert and took a small bite of the chocolate with her fork. Kris was right, chocolate did seem to lighten the mood. It tasted so good and she was hungry. Fiona watched Kris as he made himself comfortable in the chair. She on the other hand was still sitting stiffly in the chair as her mother had always taught her. Back straight, feet on the floor, legs together, and of course head held high. Fiona didn't feel like holding her head high, but she felt that Kris deserved to see her resolve. She always wanted to prove herself to people and Fiona realized that Kris would be a good person to do that with. She made it her goal for that year to somehow impress Kris. She would do whatever it took to make him see her as an equal. Fiona took another bite of the dessert as she watched Kris intently.