Plotting Against Prats

"A newt? Really? I mean, while I'm sure I would make a very fine newt, you have to admit that the idea is a tad... overused," the witch said through a smile, fully aware that her friend was joking. She was almost certain that Zane would never practice such spells on her, and if it really came down to it, the male would do much better than a newt of all things.

"Firsties it is, then. That is a very good point, I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when they realize that they're half the size they had been. It'll probably take them a while to even figure out what happened, the brainless goons," Vivianna said with a grin.

Fingers of her right hand tapping rhythmically against her thigh, the teenager raised her left hand towards the celling before reaching backwards in a stretch. There was an annoying ache in her shoulder, and the girl pouted slightly when stretching didn't help.

"Oh please. You know what I meant." Zane gave a fake exasperated sigh, "I'd just transfigured you into whatever I wanted." He grinned smugly but knew she had to see through him.

Zane gave a deep chuckle, sure she was right. "If they're brainless enough to mess with you, Viv, they deserve it." He winked. Anyone who went after Vivianna definitely had some sort of death wish, he decided. He knew that, were they not friends, he certainly wouldn't have tried to mess with her.

He watched her frown slightly after apparently trying to stretch her arm or shoulder. "Those guys didn't get your arm, too, did they?" Zane asked, suddenly feeling protective again. If anyone had actually physically hurt her, they'd be dead.

"Aww, thanks, that has to be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me," the witch simpered in an overly-fake sweet voice. Zane would understand, Vivianna was almost certain. The Slytherin wasn't very good with complements, almost always turning it into a joke or accepting with a confident bravado. Zane would almost certainly know this, and realize that such was her way of saying thanks.

"Naw, they just got my stuff," the teenager responded, slight amused by how protective Zane could be of her at times. Surely the male should know by now that she was completely capable of taking care of herself. "I, uh, tripped earlier," the OWL student admitted awkwardly after a moment.

The girl hated how much of a klutz she could be at times. Tell her to climb the tallest tree on the grounds, no problem. Throw her in the black lake and tell her to swim to the other side, easy. However, the second she was on her own two feet, Vivianna was seemingly unable to refrain from tripping. It was downright embarrassing for the redhead. While she was pretty good at hiding it for the sake of her reputation, she wasn't a Slytherin for nothing, it remained something the witch loathed.

Zane had learned that Vivianna wasn't a fan of compliments, though he had to admit he wasn't usually the type to give them out anyways. But this time he'd meant it both as a compliment as well as a fact. So he just smiled back and gave her a one-shoulder shrug.

"Ah." He said in response to her story of tripping. He didn't often hurt himself, but he couldn't always say the same thing of Vivi. She tended to only get hurt doing simple things. Smiling lightly, he reached out a hand to the shoulder she'd hurt and rubbed it a bit. "Well, the more you use it, the faster the pain will go away you know. Lactic acid and all that." He shrugged again, trying not to go too over the top with his Ravenclaw nature of spilling facts.

He shifted in his seat to pick up his bag and return the book he'd been reading when she found him into it. "I suppose we had best go pick out some firsties then, huh?" He asked with a wink, ready to stand if she wanted to leave. He left the bag on the table, though, in case she wasn't quite ready yet.

"I'll go climbing later then," Vivianna responded when Zane told her to use the hurting shoulder. The witch could use a bit of down time, and climbing was something she'd never grow tired of. If she could, the girl certainly would have by now.

"Sure," the Slytherin responded with a wide grin, standing with the screech of a chair, "let's go pluck some hairs off a couple of ickle firsties." A moment later the student froze, a grimace taking the place of the smile. "Wow, I just sounded far too similar to one of my housemates for comfort. Bloody freaky," Vivianna said, half to herself and half to Zane.

"Hex me if I ever start sounding like that, yah?" the redhead asked, looking to Zane for reassurance. There was a reason the teen had been sorted into Slytherin, and getting joy from picking on people half her size wasn't it.

At first, Zane was thinking Vivianna was kidding. But then he remembered that she seemed to seriously enjoy climbing. So it wasn't that strange.

He stood after Viv, smirk visible at her own reaction to her comment. "Don't worry," he grinned, "I will." He gave her a wink as he pushed his chair in and slung his bag over his shoulder. Zane knew Viv had a serious thing against bullying younger students. She'd shown this with Bertie multiple times.

"Let's go." He gestured for her to lead the way out of the library, catching the door and holding it open.

"Good," the witch shot back with a grin. The statements had been teasing, but both students knew that she was being serious. The girl loathed those whom messed with the defenseless. While most would consider this a very un-Slytherin trait, the girl herself considered it quite Slytherin. After all, there's nothing cunning about hexing those with a quarter of your magical knowledge.

What was cunning, was the fact that she went out of her way to help out students, especially Ravenclaws whenever a Slytherin was picking on them. Ravelclaws always remembered such things, and at least one of those connections was likely to help her later in life. Besides, in her book, there was a definite difference between bullying and manipulating. And manipulating younger students, well, that was a very Slytherin thing to do.

Standing, the redhead slung her bag over one shoulder, offering Zane a nod and a smile when he held the door open for her.