Furious. Rooney Bronwyn was more than furious.

Not with his housemates. Not with the loss of points. But with the behaviour displayed in PUBLIC. And the fact it had been over such a ridiculous reason. So, after his early encounter with Noah that morning, Rooney had slipped both the Diggory boy and the... other one a note informing them to be present in their doom at 4pm with no intentions of rushing off or putting something else before this. And he had signed it 'Prefect Bronwyn', which showed how much he meant business.

And he meant a LOT of business.

Enough that he was still in his full uniform, robes, tie and badge too..

And he stood just inside the dorm.

And waited.

3:58pm...

Sabbath wished he’d never shown the note from “Prefect Bronwyn” (eye-roll) to Noelle. It had meant that a perfectly good ‘study session’ had been derailed. He’d had no intention of rocking up and had only shown it to her because the meeting time had already past. She’d looked stricken and glared at her watch exclaiming anxiously “Merlin Sabbath, he’s a prefect, you’ll only get into more trouble if you don’t go, if you run you’ll only be 20 minutes late!” she'd practically pushed him out the door, he’d not even had time to button his shirt properly. He knew it was useless to argue with her when she'd made up her mind like this.

So, here he was, under duress, making his way (not at a run, mind you) back to the Ravenclaw boys dorm. He hoped that Prefect Bronwyn had already gotten sick of waiting and left. He entered the room, guitar in hand, shirt mis-buttoned, his long hair dishevelled and almost half an hour late. He glanced around and, inner groan, Prefect Bronwyn was still there.... waiting! Surprisingly, there was no sign of Noah, not that he wanted to see that tosser anyway. “Hey man, sorry I’m late” he lied, as he crossed the room to put away his guitar under his bed.

Noah could not believe his luck.

He was late. To a meeting, with his house Prefect. A meeting he had a feeling he caused. In his defense, Noah had charmed a note to locate Rooney explaining why he was late - his little sister, a first year, had gotten lost and he found her just as he was hurrying toward the common room, probably minutes before 4.

It really wasn't his fault, right? He couldn't just leave Skylar stuck wandering the castle until she found her way back to the dungeons. What would his parents say, when they found out? Because they would. Noah was sure, Skylar would let them know he was failing at his big brother duties.

Out of breath and sweaty, Noah ran his way up to the third year dorm, trying to catch his breath along the way. He stopped short in the doorway, seeing.. a frustrated Prefect, and an idiot. The idiot didn't surprise him any, besides the fact he'd actually showed up. "Sorry, Prefect Bronwyn, m'sister was lost." He informed, just.. in case he hadn't gotten the note?

Rude. That was what Rooney considered the third year boys now. Noah had sent a note ahead, and Roo understood the need to look after siblings as he too had a first year sister that quite often got lost. But Sabbath? Well.. "I said four for a reason, Mister Giminez." And it hadn't been for him to stand around for half an hour waiting for him. He hadn't needed to invite Noah along today, but figured that it was best to have them both there so he wasn't just hitting out at one of them and being accused of hearing one side of the story. "Sit down, Sabbath. Sit down and fix your uniform." Another thing to add to his description of this kid.. Disrespectful of school uniform. Plain disrespectful, actually.

How did HE have a girlfriend and Rooney was trying to hard to keep the one girl he liked even interested in him?

"It's fine, Noah. Take a seat. Preferably not next to Mister Giminez and his inability to button a shirt properly at thirteen." Had that been too harsh? Probably. But he was annoyed and upset about this. He didn't want to do this and was sure he would get in trouble himself for taking them aside and speaking to them about their behaviour at the feast, but... Prefect or not, Rooney didn't like to see people embarrassing the name of his house. His beloved Ravenclaw that was held so close to Miss Sophie Brown's heart.

And he couldn't let her down.

"I suppose you're both aware why you're here. If not, I'll remind you courteously of the points loss from last night's feast. An event where we welcome new students and make them know the castle will be a great home for them. An event where one of you acted irresponsibly and unaccordingly for such a welcome." He tried to mimic the tone of voice his mother took with his younger brothers, but instead decided to stand taller than he usually would and make sure to look completely disappointed in both of the boys before him.

It was fair to be disappointed with them both in this conversation.

Noah would get an apology from the Prefect afterwards. And probably sweets. And an offer to come join the fourth year dorms should he need to.

Sabbath glanced down at his mis-buttoned shirt. 'Was this Rooney guy for real', he thought to himself. He stifled a smirk and started to unbutton his shirt so as to re-button it, but he didn’t sit down.

What was with this ‘Mr Gimenez’ business, he thought. This kid was probably only a year older than him, if that, and why the hell was HE getting reprimanded for being late and not Diggory. Sabbath had the distinct feeling that the shirt police were somewhat corrupt around here.

Sabbath watched with bemusement as the kid then took on a pompous tone and puffed himself up with self-importance blabbing on about responsibilities or something. An internal monologue ran through his mind as he tuned out, "Man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so straight laced in my life. Merlin, look at him. This guy’s chances at pulling the chicas must be virtually non-existent. He’s in need of some serious wingman assistance"

Sabbath’s attention drifted back to the room as he finished buttoning, leaving the top 3 or 4 undone. “Look Roons, I don’t have a quarrel with you, alright. I appreciate your concern and everything, but this is between me and that doof over there” he said, stubbing his thumb in Noah’s direction.

He gave Noah a pitiful glare “What’s wrong Noahbear, need a chaperone to get you to bed, do you?"

"Enough!!"

Rooney took a deep breath, obviously annoyed and then stood a little taller as he thought over what to say after his little...outburst. Could you call it an outburst? He had just shouted at them both...shouted at Sabbath... Just shouted.

"I don't care if you don't get along. I don't care if you hate each other. And I CERTAINLY don't care for you to call people names other than those they were GIVEN, Sabbath! My name is ROONEY. His name is NOAH. And your name is pain-in-my-backside!" Oh ho.. He had snapped. He was a bad person, but it didn't even stop happening. He just kept fuming and speaking and fuming. He was surprised that there wasn't literal steam coming out of his ears.

"I also don't care how much you look like a picture perfect Aladdin, because that doesn't give you permission to act like a street rat! STOP and grow up and act your age before I pass the message onto our Head of House that you're a BULLY." And he couldn't stand bullies. And now he was never going to be able to think of Aladdin without wanting to punch something as much as he wanted to punch Sabbath Giminez right in the face right now.

Was he able to excuse himself now?

Sabbath couldn’t stifle the laugh when Rooney got going with the Aladdin stuff, this kid was entertaining. He could almost imagine spouts of steam shooting from his ears, he was getting himself so worked up. He fought a grin and failed.

Him a bully!! Well, Sabbath thought that was a bit rich. "Who are you calling a bully, Roons? You’re the one waving the prefect badge, and calling me names! So, you just run along now and give the head of school your little message, or do you want to borrow my magic carpet".

Sabbath crossed the room and flopped onto his back on his bed, propping his arms behind his head. He really doubted the Roonster had the guts to throw a punch his way anyway and his sidekick had gone oddly quiet. However, he kept his eye on them both just incase either one of them wanted to play at street rat.

More than happy to ignore Sabbath's remark with not so much as an acknowledgement he'd even heard, Noah went to drop his things at his bed, which he'd picked out one of the furthest from Sabbath. Casper, David, and some others in between.

Noah didn't say a word, simply dropped his bag on his bed and took a seat as told by Rooney, attention fully on him. He was relieved his house Prefect didn't seem upset about him being late due to his little sister, but.... then he was lecturing, and Noah bit his tongue. He hadn't a thing to do with that, it was all Sabbath, he was just.. unfortunately this nutter's target.

It took a lot for Noah not to snort at Sabbath's response, and correct him that it was not between the pair of them. It was between Sabbath, Noelle, and hopefully a therapist because Merlin did this kid need one. Those thoughts, however, he gladly kept to himself at Rooney's.... outburst.

For the record, Noah didn't hate Sabbath. As his mum had once told him, to hate, you have to love. Therefore, he couldn't hate. Not Sabbath, anyway. The dislike, on the other hand, was strong. Which Rooney seemed to understand, by the looks of it. And that was another thing his mum had taught him, that some people.. just never learn. They hear, and see, only what they want and Noah felt certain that was the case with this kid. Mum also said one day people like that would be forced to learn, in one situation or another, but Noah was doubtful of that. Sabbath was hopeless, and ... it wasn't his problem. Aside from sharing a dorm with him, he could careless.

There was a lot of things Noah could have said. Like agreeing with Rooney, about acting his age, about not acting like an idiot, ect, so on and so forth, but taking the advise of others, Noah kept his mouth shut and merely listened.

It wasn't worth his time, arguing with his stupid dormmate, or making Rooney's Prefect life harder. And there was no way Noah was signing himself up for detention or more loss points, simply to fight wits with someone who clearly had none.

"Magic carpets require a license, Sabbath." He pursed his lips, fixed his badge to make a point of it and rolled his eyes. "And if you can't call me by my actual name, then I ask that you don't speak to me, address me or think of me." Because it didn't matter that his friends shortened his name or called him all sorts. This guy wasn't a friend of Rooney and he had no right to call him 'Roons'. It made no sense. There was no actual reason for it.

And he damn well hoped his girlfriend dumped him for how much of an idiot he was. Or maybe she was also that much of an idiot..?

The lack of response from Noah didn't go unnoticed, and Roo gave him a 'seriously?' kind of look before sighing. "If neither of you have anything nice to say, then say nothing at all. Next time I won't haste going to Mr Kitridge about ridiculousness. You boys are supposed to have each other's backs. As house mates. As dorm mates. Don't be 'mates' for all I care." He moved for the door, deciding that he wasn't going to get himself more worked up about this, given it being the first week of term.

But before he left... "Actually, Aladdin has some dignity. Something of which you don't have."

And then he left, heading through to the common room so he could get to the library.

Sabbath lazed on his bed, watching as Rooney continued his tirade. He couldn’t believe he’d missed his study session with Nells for this debacle, but he had learned one thing... Magic carpets need a licence... Ha, who knew!

Immediately dismissing the thought of obtaining a licence he started thinking about his newly acquired carpet that he’d managed to pick-up for a song at the recent festival. As soon as he saw it he knew, THAT was something Nells would love...a magic carpet ride on a starry night around the castle turrets... he was just waiting for the right moment to make it happen for her.

The room fell suddenly quiet, Rooney’s last words breaking Sabbath from his reverie. Had Roons just said had no dignity? He scoffed to himself, there was nothing wrong with his dignity, he knew who he was and what he stood for and he wasn’t the one who had run out the door like a ponce. Sabbath shook his head. "Poor tosser”, he murmured to himself as his thoughts returned back to Noelle.