Destructive Criticism ((Kitty))

[Vincente Faire H7]

Vincente silently seethed as he made his way through the maze-like hallways of Hogwarts. ' Second rate am I?' he thought to himself, 'How dare she make light of my abilities!'. It was his sister who had inflicted this state of manic anger upon him. He had simply made one of his usual critique about her wand work and she blew up like a batch of Fillibuster's finest. As he walked, his feet steered him through the corridors toward the courtyard, just like the auto-pilot on those absurd muggle vehicles. Most characteristic of his persona, he also seemed to be on auto-vile mode. As he passed other people, his mouth worked with a mind of its own, lashing out at people who mistakenly were in his way. Most were used to his ways by now, but the younger students were quite taken aback at the words that flew out his mouth, not to mention the occasional Spanish.

Vince seemed to come out of his reverie as he reached one of the doors leading to the courtyard. Maybe he would calm down once he opened the door and breathed that fresh pre-spring air. Doing exactly that, he opened the door and strode out into the luscious atmosphere that a clear azure sky could offer. It was truly beautiful out there with the hapless sun hanging lazily in the sky, occasionally being hidden by some clouds journeying across the vast ocean of blue. He breathed in the cool, clean air and let out slowly. His anger seemed to lessen, but it was not wholly reverted to it's usual degree of cocky jerkiness.

Vince looked around, taking in just how many people were here. Not many, he surmised as he quickly took count of the rest of the immediate populace. Smiling grimly, he walked to a deserted bench and laid down upon it. Letting one foot rest on the ground, he pulled his other toward him so that his leg was in the shape of an acute angle, knee facing the sky. Staring straight up into the sky, he rested a hand on his head, which was covered by a black bandanna. It was exactly on these kinds of days when Vince was almost what people would call a caring human being.

[Kitty Swann]

"Twinkle! Twinkle! Come back here!" Kitty huffed good-naturedly to herself as her cat darted through the corridor, seconds too light and fast for Kitty to catch him. "He's going to knock some poor innocent bystander over," Kitty grumbled to herself through her grin. "I bet he wouldn't do this to Lissy..." With a smiled sigh, Kitty took off after Twinkle again. The mischievous, curious cat had always behaved better with Alice; sitting curled in her lap as Alice read, washing her fur clean as Alice played the violin. But with Kitty - oh no, it was always running around, getting his paws dirty in the grass and mud. Twinkle was perhaps one of the only ones, though, who could differentiate between the subtle differences of the Swann twins. With Alice he was subdued and quiet, and with Kitty he was full of energy and enthusiasm; it was like his owners' traits affected the way he acted.

Kitty found herself trailing Twinkle out of the castle and into the Courtyard. The weather was beautiful, the air thick with the promise of spring, and soon, summer. Kitty peered upwards, into the glare of the sun, and grinned, a hand stilled upon her forehead to shadow the brightness somewhat. Remembering Twinkle, though, she immediately turned away and sought for furry black and white. Twinkle was so small he could hide almost anywhere, but he couldn't have gone far. "Twinkle!" Kitty called quietly, not wanting to alert too much attention to herself from other students and disturb their peace. "Twinkle!"

It was no surprise Twinkle had automatically headed to the Courtyard; it was probably Kitty's favourite place in the entire School. It was beautiful and usually quiet, and more often than not, Kitty would be found here with a book or her work. Alice preferred to work in their dorm, which was usually empty, or the Library, but Kitty liked being outdoors, under the sun and relishing the fresh air. Suddenly a flash of black and white caught Kitty's eye and she turned left, past a few trees, and watched as Twinkle stopped by an occupied bench. Mewing, he leapt up beside the boy sitting there and stared at him with his innocent green eyes, as though sussing him out. After a few seconds, he decided the boy was worthy of acknowledgement, and gently pawed his leg.

"Twinkle!" Kitty decided then was the right moment to burst forward, jogging up to the boy. "I'm so sorry," she began to apologise, not wanting to pry Twinkle off the older boy she didn't recognise. She sat down on the other side and began to reach for Twinkle, tutting under her breath, "What am I going to do with you, eh? Come here and stop disturbing..." Kitty looked up then, past her eyelashes, into the face of the stranger. She recognised him from around School, but they'd never interacted before. She knew he was most definitely older than her and not in her house, but otherwise her knowledge of him was very limited. "I'm sorry, what's your name?" she asked with a smile. "I'm Kitty, and this is Twinkle. I'm sorry he disturbed you."