Originally Posted by Gabben

"Yeah I love my uncle, a bit strong sometimes but..."
*Matty stopped seeing the red head turn as red as her hair. Woah... if anyone could spit fire it's this one... he thought.*



*Matty sat back letting the two talk it out then he saw a brawl a brewing. Oops... Matty had kind of just met this lot but he wanted to help. With a shrug he got up and pulled Michael to the corner.*
"Sorry mate... I didn't mean to... I don't know a Seph. I haven't any brothers or sisters. My uncle is sort of a military man so it's you do well nothing else. You know what a mean right."
*Matty was hoping that maybe getting Michael to talk about something else to cool down would help.*
"Was your dad in the muggle military?"

Originally Posted by Yourenodaisy

At Brittany's words, Em cut her gaze over to her. She fixed her with a hard look, and said in a low stern voice. "What if I Do."



She let the boy talk before going back at it. "There was no Fight of Flight! You weren't Involved!" She poked her finger at him. "You just got all upset over loosing house points. If you care so much about the points, why don't you try earning some." She said vehemently. "You just HAD to insult the man, and bring me into it. Hearing him suggest leaving, She hollered "I Don't care what you do!'
But as he headed to the door, she took her wand into her left hand, and pointed at the bookshelf. She shouted, "Accio Book!". Emmaleigh caught the book and threw the copy of Hogwarts a History at the boy's feet. "Read that and see what happens to those that get involved." she said bitterly, before turning her back on the boy.




Hearing the door to the common room open, and then close again, Emmaleigh turned to make sure that he had in fact left. Seeing that he was gone, she sat down on the recently vacated couch. The girl pulled her knees up to her chin, and upon hearing her friend's words, she began to cry. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. She wasn't supposed to get into a fight at the very beginning of the year, and certainly not with one of her best friends.
She looked up at the portraits hanging on the wall, and felt the tears running down her face.