(OOC: sorry just wanted to through Annabelle in as a spectator)
Annabelle:-
Since starting Hogwarts a month ago so much had happened already it was crazy. Annabelle had already managed to had three, not so fortunate, run-ins with Peeves; she'd found out about a pair of second year Ravenclaw's that were secretly dating and she'd already found out how to get into the prefects bathroom. Well, once she'd seen inside the first year could hardly not figure out the password. After many evenings hidden behind the suite of armour beside the entrance she'd caught ear of the password: 'Colourful Bubbles' for the first term. No doubt it'd change like the common room password that altered almost every fortnight. Because Annabelle had no idea how long she'd have access to the bathroom she left no time to tell all the first year Slytherin's how to get in and they'd even had a midnight pool party. That was fun, and another was needed soon.
Annabelle enjoyed to be at the heart of what was going on, being an extrovert that wasn't a surprise. Although any opportunity for discovering gossip or figuring out another of the castle's secrets the Slytherin was there. Who cared about astronomy and history of magic when there was drama all around the castle, drama which had now fallen beneath the mysterious ceiling of The Great Hall.
'Oh My God!' Annabelle cried in her French/English cocktail accent. Her eyes had widened in delight and a gasp of sudden astonishment and honour escaped her mouth at the sight of a Hufflepuff running down the hall head to toe in warts - ugly warts at that, not that any wart is attractive but these were turning purple and sprouting hairs!
She needed to get a closer look, she needed all the details, this was too good to miss out on! Standing up on her bench to get a closer look she paused. A Gryffindor seemed to have fainted and another was marching towards Romeo Zabini. Annabelle didnt know the fifth year Slytherin personally but she knew of him. After all, he was a handsome quidditch player who wouldn't know about him? It was a shame he didn't go for younger girls, not that Annabelle was overly bothered she was more interested in the drama unfolding before her eyes.
However when Kenneth withdrew his wand she didn't gasp or raise her hand to her mouth like her fellow peers. Instead she stepped down from the bench and made a slight pout and a raised eyebrow. 'You'll hardly attack him with all the Professor's gazing over.' She stated with a rather matter-of-fact tone nodding her head to Professor Cooper who appeared to be moving towards the pair.
'Besides, what makes you think he had anything to do with the wart girl anyway?' Annabelle wasn't rude, she didnt come across rude, merely curious. The Slytherin liked to know details and here was first hand information ready to report back to her first year friends.
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Romeo:-
Was it in Kenneth's eyes or was it Romeo's imagination? It seemed that Kenneth really hated him, which was understandable, but Kenneth had no idea it was Romeo. Then again Gryffindor's had no idea about anything, they always charged in without thinking.
Before Romeo could reply, however, a young girl with long dark locks had intervened and sure enough she was right. Professor Cooper was on her way over, a stern look pressed upon her face. Kenneth didn't have a leg to stand on. Romeo could relax and sure enough he felt his tended up muscles relax as he looked in Annabelle's direction. 'He wouldn't dare anyway.' He grinned.
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Amelia:-
'What's going on here?' Amelia asked looking from Romeo to Kenneth to the wand between the two. In one of her first charms classes she'd had to deal with Romeo Zabini and a Gryffindor, he certainly was living up to the traditional inter-house rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
'Kenneth, please lower your wand.' It was odd how she went about things. Amelia was the authority figure yet she was asking Kenneth to lower his wand. It was merely more polite. Perhaps that's why the students warmed to her? She didn't boss them about and when she did give instructions or discipline it was always in a calm manner. Then again, she'd been through enough in her life to have a raging fire in her belly. Life was short. She'd lost a husband, a son (who she'd be reunited with) and a part of herself. Even after meeting Toby once more there was still a sad, calm, relaxed, fightless part of her inside.