mischievous shenanigans

As the class came to an end, the sun had finally graced the sky, drying up the ground and reducing the risk of getting dirty. It seemed like a near-perfect day, with just one missing element. Determined to remedy this, she set out on a mission. Earlier, she had adopted a conservative attire for class—a black blouse paired with a long green plaid skirt and black ballet flats. She had purposely refrained from adorning herself with makeup and jewelry, hoping to project an image of innocence in the presence of the adults. But now, away from their watchful eyes, there was no need to maintain the facade of a dutiful student.

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she strolled towards the lake, where many other students were bound to gather for the afternoon. Finding a dry spot to settle down, she scanned the small clusters of people around her. Her eyes lit up when she spotted a lone student. With a flick of her wand and a whispered incantation, a jet of water shot from the lake towards the unsuspecting student, eliciting a mischievous giggle from Brynn.

Tess was on a run after classes one day and wanted to get a breath of fresh air. It was her daily routine to go on a jog around the school grounds, and while she was on her jog she spotted an familiar person. Someone who Tess despised in a lot of ways, and made her way to to the girl who used her wand to splash water at another girl.

"Wow, your tricks never get old." she said with a lot of fustration. She liked to be the one to pick on people, and she walked over to Brynn and got her wand at. "Expellarimius" she said hoping it worked.

Brynn let out a cry in frustration as her wand flew out of her hands. “What do you think your doing?” She narrowed her eyes as she stood turning to see Tessa Sallow. The half blood rat of the Sallow family. She pitied Jakob for having to share a name with her. Picking up her wand Brynn rounded on Tessa again. “Netiehr do yours.”

Tess hated Brynn and the fact she had a thing for Jakob was something that made Tess sick. She had looked at Brynn. "I'm just putting my foot down. You were bullying a poor student, and I was just stopping you. I suppose I could use worst spells and make your pretty little smirk blow off your face." she said giving a smell. "Don't forget I'm a Sallow, and we are trained from a young age about some dark spells." she chuckled.

Brynn's eyes, filled with a potent mixture of disdain and superiority, rolled dismissively at the younger girl before her. "Oh, please," she scoffed, her voice dripping with condescension. "You're barely even half a Sallow, if we're being generous." The words slipped from her lips with a biting edge, each syllable laced with a venomous contempt that she made no effort to hide.

Her wand, held with unwavering determination, remained poised and ready, a symbol of both her authority and her readiness to defend herself if necessary. She regarded Tessa with a steely gaze, her demeanor mirroring the sentiment she held toward the entire Sallow family—a belief that they were unworthy of her association, that she stood on a pedestal far above their reach.

To Brynn, Tessa's presence was a reminder of everything she deemed inferior and distasteful. The Sallows, in her eyes, were tainted, a name to be held in derision rather than reverence. She relished the perceived distance between herself and Tessa, confident in her own superiority and unwilling to acknowledge any common ground between them.

With each word and every subtle gesture, Brynn sought to cement her elevated status, to reinforce the notion that she was too good to be associated with the likes of Tessa. In that moment, her disdain for them burned brightly, casting a shadow that threatened to consume any chance of understanding or reconciliation.