|mischief makers| [sam]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] imagine all the people ... With the weekend there came freedom. With freedom Tinley tossed most of her responsibilities to the wind and did whatever she pleased. Bouncing around the halls she happened upon the front doors of the room of requirement, or the wall where the usually appeared. She never really found that she'd needed the famous room; perhaps for a quick food run when the kitchens were empty but otherwise she couldn't put her finger on an occasion that she'd required it. Staring up at the vast stone wall she closed her eyes and thought long and hard. after a few minutes of pacing and muttering Tinley opened one of her eyes and peeked through her lashes. Nothing. Wasn't this what you were supposed to do? With a huff she squeezed her eyes shut again, repeating her previous actions. After about ten minutes she kicked the wall and stood with her hands on her hips. "I'll have you know, I'm a prefect." she told the wall. Normally she didn't throw that around mostly because it was extremely obnoxious when someone did but so what, she was frustrated. Walking back and forth she eyed the wall, hoping for some sign of life. Some rustle to let her know the doors were still there. Or at least something to tell her that she was at the wrong wall all along. It wasn't hard for her to confuse things like that, as brainy as she was. Suddenly, she heard a noise. Even though she was witch and inside a relatively safe castle surround by thousands of students, her knees buckled with fear. She wasn't brave, she was smart and those are two very different things. With a small leap of fright she closed her eyes again and, thinking hard, opened them wide. With relief the doors morphed into her sight and she pulled one of the door open, slipping inside with a small "eep!" "Boy was that close." she whispered, wiping her brow. "Not to mention, how come you only worked when I was ready to kung fu someone?" She asked the room. It was decorated nicely, kind of like the prefects lounge...actually it looked exactly like the room she was so accustomed to, just slightly bigger and entirely empty. Collapsing into the softest chair in the whole area she proceeded to get her relaxation mode back, all the while enjoy the warm fire..

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living life in peace

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[Sampson Abernathy]

If Sampson didn't care what other people thought about him, he would go around dragging himself across the ground in complete boredom. Sampson didn't care about what people thought up to a point. What he really wanted to do would make people think he was nuts and probably going crazy. Sampson was always collected and polished whenever he wasn't in his dormitory and even sometimes his common room. Sampson couldn't always be collected and polished. He needed to give his body a break and wear some comfortable clothes. It was easier to sit in for long periods of time rather than black slacks and a button up shirt. Sampson liked looking put together too much to give it up though. He liked to think that he caught girls' attention when he wore fancy clothing. Suits to women were what lingerie were to men. It was all really backwards since men in suits were fully clothed and women were scantily dressed. Sampson wasn't about to complain since the suits never failed him.

If his weekend was going to be a drag, he might as well make it exciting. He was currently sitting in his dormitory and was alone. He figured all his other roommates were either in the Sournois common room or somewhere out and about in the castle or on its grounds. It would be really hard to tell since the castle was so large and so were its surrounding landscape. It was just amazing that he could see people multiple times a day when this place was so big that it shouldn't be probable to see someone more than once a day. Maybe even less than once. Sampson didn't mind seeing people less than he needed to. It was hard to tolerate someone that annoyed you to no extents. Just even thinking about certain people that drove him up a wall made Sam roll his eyes. The only people he could stand were his brothers and a certain girl that he couldn't stop going back to. It was really nothing since the two of them had specifically said they wouldn't get attached to each other and were allowed to see other people if they so desired. Ever since that deal, Sampson had gone after a total of two other girls. Both were people he had never met before and probably would never see again. Sampson liked it that way. No commitments or blunt truths to tell them. Sampson had encountered a girl that wouldn't stop bothering him once and when Sampson finally told her that it was just a one time thing and never wanted to see or talk to her again, she broke down in tears. Sampson could almost see her heart breaking in half. Sampson was reminded of why he hated relationships and the whole concept of love with that girl. It was then after that incident that Sampson began to chose his escapades with a little bit more caution. He'd calmed down though in the past year and just wanted a break. There were only so many women he could seduce before it got tiring.

Sampson had to actually socially interact with people and there was nothing more annoying than trying to converse with someone that didn't have anything in common with him. Most people didn't so Sampson was constantly dreading human contact. So instead of seeking someone to talk to, Sam was going to walk around the castle. It was always nice to people watch since most people were just hilarious to Sam. It was the weekend, so Sampson decided that jeans, a plaid shirt and a jacket over it was acceptable. It was definitely better than his school uniform. As much as Sampson loved to look like everybody else in the school, he'd rather pass.

Immediately after exiting his common room, Sampson turned on his sneaking mode. Yeah it was daylight, but Sampson needed to entertain himself somehow. Even if it was a bit childish, Sampson was only seventeen. He was allowed to act immature sometimes. With every corner he peered around it as if he was spying on someone. He zig-zagged between each side of a corridor with his hands held like a gun. He didn't want someone to think that he was about to attack them with his wand, so he settled for his hand gun instead. He did a few somersaults when the corridors forked off in different directions and there was nobody around and hid behind statues when people walked passed him. After hours and hours of doing this, Sampson arrived at the floor of the Room of Requirements. Sampson stood up straight for a brief second but then snapped back into his hunched walk. He quickly walked over to the door that was about to close and just as he thought the door was about to close, Sampson snuck his hand inbetween the door to stop it from closing. A smile burst onto his face and quietly slipped in.

He was met with a sight that he really didn't want to see. It looked almost exactly like the Prefect room they used to discuss ideas, make schedules and partner people up with for rounds. Sampson already had enough of one Prefect lounge and didn't need to have another one be waiting for him. It must have been a Prefect that came into here because nobody knew what the Prefect lounge looked like except Prefects and maybe a few professors that needed a student for something. The room was definitely much larger than the lounge and when his eyes finally came upon yet another red head, Sampson smirked. There was no way of sneaking up on her since she probably already saw him out of the corner of her eye. Either way, Sampson took off his shoes to try to make the least amount of noise as possible to sneak up on her. It was a long shot, but Sampson was going to try anyways. Why waste a perfectly good opportunity to scare someone? With his shoes in one hand, Sampson quietly ran over to the chair she was sitting in which felt like it took a long ass time too. When he reached behind her chair, Sampson just continued to stare down at her, waiting for her to realize that someone else was also in the room.

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[tinley labonte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] imagine all the people ... Turning her head towards the door Tinley squinted her eyes. Had she heard something? "Must have been my imagination." she concluded after a few minutes. She had pulled a book from the shelf not long after having entered the room. This place scores better than the real prefects common room; it had updated books. Tinley appreciated all forms of reading but reading the same thing got pretty boring after a while. She was just about to turn the page before she noted a slight changed in the room. Turning her head from side to side her eye caught a bit of movement. A naturally scared person, Tinley clutched the book tightly. What hell was this? Her thoughts were cut short as she felt a presence behind her. Slowly looking up she caught the eyes of a boy staring creepily down at her. Screaming loudly so sprung from her chair and toppled over the square table in front of her. "Oi!" she shouted and flung her book at him. Clutching at her chest she willed her heart to calm down and laid flat on her back, exhausted from fright. What in the world had just happened? She silently questioned. Furious, she pushed herself off of the ground and moved around the table. "What were you doing?" she questioned hotly not caring to find out who had scared her; she just wanted to know why. Gazing at him with a scornful look she walked over and picked up her book, dusting it off and smoothing out the pages. She only looked up after some time had passed and instead of saying anything just sniffed angrily while glaring at him. She knew that some people got bored but for goodness sake, who went about wanting to scare people? A lunatic that's who. "You are lucky." she said after another few moments passed. "If I hadn't been caught off guard you surely would have been in worlds of hurt." This wasn't true but he didn't know that. "Were you so dissatisfied with your day that you had to-." she stopped talking and her brow furrowed. Hold the phone. "Were you following me?" she asked, pointing a finger at him. "You were, weren't you. I knew I felt someone outside the room and then I thought I'd heard something." Her mind was spinning and the only thing she could do was walk around the room, sputtering like a loon. "I...you...how...ugh." she spoke. What eloquence. Looking at him, she knew she'd seen him around before. He was a Sournois, no surprise there. And...a prefect! That's where she had seen him more often than anything. Inside their lounge acting sulking in the corner with his designer suits and smart sweater-vests. Tinley crossed her arms and stood in front of him. "If would so kindly like to explain to me why you felt the need to almost give me a heart attack?" she spoke calmly, about as calm has her current company usually behaved. Today was obviously different: no stuffed up and overly pressed suit, his hair was still style rather stupidly but otherwise he seemed like any other person that walked around the castle during the weekend. "Nevertheless, it was very inconsiderate you know. Suppose you had killed me and left? No one would ever know I'd been in here except you. My murderer." That's right Tinley, over-exaggerate things again, it usually works in your favor (not). She placed her hands in her hips and tapped her foot, annoyed and waiting for an answer or at least a proper apology.

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[Sampson Abernathy]

Oh this was too perfect. He watched as her eyes grew big but wasn't expecting her to scream so loudly. Still, Sampson began to laugh. He hadn't laughed this hard at something like this in a long time. He was really being deprived of taking advantage of people and he was so glad he had this opportunity. He knew he was an evil git, but if Sampson could get a laugh out of it, it was perfectly fine with Sampson. He caught the flying book with ease and even flipped through some of the pages in the book. Not really comprehending any of the words on the page, Sampson snapped the book shut and tossed it onto the chair the red head and just been sitting in a moment ago. His smile was still plastered to his face as he leaned against the chair.

"Evidently being the boogie man."

[/color] Sampson said with amusement in his voice and a smirk on his lips. He was very amused at how worked up she got about this. Sampson had seen her around the prefect lounge, but never really bothered to get to know her name or ask anybody. He may have heard it, but it most likely went in one ear and out the other. He just referred to her as 'red'. It was a bit hard trying to give her a nickname since there was another girl with red hair that was a prefect, but Sampson decided to call her 'carrot' since her hair was more orange than red. He was still working on that nickname since he didn't really want to go around calling someone carrot. He knew he'd get hungry after calling her that so many times. Maybe he could just go with 'orange'.

Oh so he was lucky now? Geez, give him a break here and cut the act. He just rolled his eyes, but she stopped and so did Sampson. He was going to tune her out on her little rambling speech she had going, but she changed the bloody topic! What she was accusing of him now was clearly inappropriate. If he was ever going to follow someone, he would have made his presence known. Sampson didn't need to follow people around to know where they were going since he was too forward with people. He could have eventually gotten any answers needed by just walking up to them. Sampson looked up at the ceiling and groaned. She couldn't be serious right now, could she? But she was and Sampson was growing more annoyed. Apparently this was the wrong door to pick. "Stop pointing at me."[/color] Sampson said as he whacked her hand away. "Calm your tits, I wasn't following you. I saw the door and went in. It's called being spontaneous."[/color] Sampson told her with his hands on his sides as he looked down at her with eyebrows raised as if he was talking to a child.

Sampson wasn't done though. Oh no. Red was giving him all sorts of snarky comebacks and he was just rolling them out one by one. Perhaps this could go his way if he stopped being such a cranky man all the time. He couldn't help it. He was just wasn't a people person and got frustrated socially very easily. It was mostly because Sampson thought he had so much more common sense than people. Or just more intelligence. People here were too nice and didn't know how the outside world worked. Sampson hadn't exactly been to the outside world either, but he knew it wasn't all rainbows and butterflies either. "Oh. No. Do tell me more while you finish that thought."[/color] Sampson told her as he pretended to fein interest when she couldn't find the words she was looking for.

Sampson smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand as he just let her go on talking. He figured he'd just let her get it all out so he could just speak for once without all these questions she was bombarding him with. "What would you even kill yourself with? The plush chairs? A book falling on your head?"[/color] Sampson asked as he gestured to each place he was talking about. He held his two fingers to the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. He looked back at her and cross his arms. "Let's say you did happen to die. Hypothetically. I wouldn't just leave you here! I'd take you to the Hospital Wing and say I found you like that."[/color] Sampson told her. If she had died, there was no doubt he'd lie about scaring her to death. Like hell he was going to get blamed for her death because he just stood there. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[tinley labonte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] imagine all the people ... "The boogie man!" she scoffed. "Right, the boogie man. Unlike you I'm sure the boogie man would let me at least let me know that he was watching me." She glared at him, leaning against his chair face alight with that simple smirk. She could smack him, she could. Really. She wouldn't though as it might only make the situation worse. Plus, he'd slapped her hand away and told her to..."Calm my what?!" she whispered hurriedly, hands flying absentmindedly to her chest. Of course she'd heard someone say that before but for could he have gotten any more rude? Probably. "I will point my finger at whomever I want I will have you know." To make her point, she jab him in the chest a few times with her finger, hoping to bruise that arrogance and ego beneath the stuffy shirt. He was being spontaneous...If that was his idea of being spontaneous then what did he do when he really felt like doing some crazy? Grand theft auto a la broom? By the look that he was giving her he easily figured he could take her on and he seemed like that type that would want to. She'd seen him around the school acting like a total arse. He had his fun sure, but it wasn't the type of fun anyone else really benefited from. Not to mention he carried that "holier than thou" persona around with him everywhere. It annoyed her to no end, and she poked him again just from frustration. Walking back towards her chair, Tinley picked up the book intending to put it back on the shelf she'd gotten it from. Damn. His questions were valid. There was nothing in this room that could do anything except harm her. "That isn't the point." she told him throwing it back down, "For all you know I could have serious paranoia and you would have been the cause of my demise_ whatever that may have been." Turning towards him she stared him down, matching his gaze, annoyed to no end. "Let's say you did happen to die. Hypothetically. I wouldn't just leave you here! I'd take you to the Hospital Wing and say I found you like that." "Then I would haunt you until you told the truth. Or prove it myself." she explained heatedly to him. Shaking her head she stared at him, "Like I would let my murder go strutting stupidly off with his stupid strut." How rude. He would just leave everyone to believe that what? She'd dropped like a fly out of nowhere? Not likely. "You are a prefect, albeit a rather shoddy one, but a prefect nonetheless," she reminded him, "and you should know better." Copying him, Tinley placed her hands on her hips and pursed her lips.

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[Sampson Abernathy]

Sampson lowered his eyes at her. Her reasoning was a bit off in his opinion. Would monsters really give their victims a heads up about wanting to follow them? Sampson didn't really think so. That's not how the stories went. It seemed like a very dull scary story to him. Clearly someone was telling her all the wrong kinds of stories growing up. He began to shake his head in defeat. Although he wasn't giving up, it was almost pointless to argue with someone that hardly had any logic or common sense. This one was proving to be most interesting and entertaining the more she opened her mouth to talk. Sampson couldn't help but laugh as she attempted to cover up her breasts. He was smiling now, but more out of the pleasure of seeing her fret over his speech and actions. No doubt she found him rude; most people found Sampson rude. Sampson knew he could never stop being rude and only a few people had earned his respect and those people only fit on one hand.

What really started to put him on the edge and piss him off was that she touched him. Sampson hated it when people invaded his personal space. By popping that bubble, she turned on a new level of frustration. Sampson let her poke him to get it out of her system, but he stood there calm and stone faced at first. You could just see the anger boiling inside of him and his mouth was pressed into a very straight line. "Clearly you haven't heard anything about me, red. I don't like my personal space being invaded. If people don't abide by this, they're sent to the hospital wing. Because you either have no care for what other people say about other people or you're stupid enough to test people, I'll let you off the hook. Just this once." Sampson's right hand made a fist and then released it. He was no gentleman in the slightest, but women usually got off the hook. It was a very slim happenstance though. "Seriously." Sampson added as he grabbed a random book off one of the shelves. He needed to simmer down a bit, but he had to make his point clear. Nobody was going to mess with Sampson Abernathy.

So it went from him killing her to red having a disorder in which she dies because of her anxiety disorder. She was really trying to win this fight, wasn't she? Sampson liked it when people fought back. It was fun to see how far he could push them. She was keeping up, but he could see her faltering in which her arguments were becoming more and more ridiculous and far-fetched. As they had a staring contest, Sampson would have gone longer, but he had things to prove. Staring contests weren't his priority right now. "You might as well just give up and admit that I scared you pretty good and that it's actually really funny." Sampson said as he crossed his arms in triumph. His face was smug and walked over to another chair to sit down in it, as if he was going to start reading his random book soon.

Now sitting down comfortably, Sampson felt relaxed. Almost. With an exasperated sigh, Sampson rolled his eyes. "So what you're telling me is that you'd rather be a ghost for eternity to haunt me and other bad prefects down? So basically prefects aren't allowed to have a little bit of fun. We're supposed to be Nazis and take points away all the time?"

[/color] Sampson asked as he dropped his book in his lap, folded his hands together and raised his eyebrows to wait her answer.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[tinley labonte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] imagine all the people ... She slightly taken aback by his sudden threatening tone. While he had been quite rude in the beginning of their conversation, he'd still had a playful tone to his voice. He'd been taunting, mocking her even but not once had the situation turned in such a way. While she did fear for her safety the sudden knowledge that something as simply as her touch caused him severe frustration caused an impish grin to spread across her freckled face. She watched his fists unfurl themselves and become relaxed against his legs. "So, you're telling me," she started, placing her weight on one leg and led her hip slide out slightly, "that you would literally cause someone physical pain over something as trivial as personal space." She watched him grab another book from the shelves, allowing him to flip through it before continuing. "Someone in this room is tad, touchy." she whispered circling around him like a hawk, wanting to curse the smug look off of his face. She was pushing her limits her but Tinley wanted to see just how far she could take this person. Whatever his name was. "I find it very unlikely that I will ever admit such a thing. In fact, you will never hear words remotely close to those you've just uttered pass through my lips." It was never going to happen, she thought. No matter how much her poked and prodded her, no matter how much he annoyed her or Merlin forbid begged her would she utter those words of sheer crap. She stopped her motions, standing directly in front of her chair. She dared herself to lean forward but soon decided that would not be the greatest of ideas. "Yes and no." she told him in response to his question. "I would haunt only you for killing me and no, I do not expect prefects to wander about taking points as they please." She turned away from him and towards the fire. "But I highly doubt your definition of fun and mine are even close to being the same." She turned towards, him arms crossed tightly. "You can just go around scaring people." Tinley fell silent, watching him with suspicious eyes again, but she was unable to keep quiet for long. "And let's get something straight here, sir. I am not stupid, I am just daring enough to get inside your precious personal bubble and I will continue to do so for as long as I wish. If you chose to harm me in any way then so be it." She inched closed, arms by her side and her own fists clenched. "But know this, you will never leave without some of your very own scars." Turning her head up, she sniffed the air and snatched her book up again, having dropped it once more. Sitting down she angrily pulled it open and ruffled the pages avoiding his irksome gaze.

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living life in peace

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[Sampson Abernathy]

Sampson usually played it cool, never letting anybody get the best of him because Sampson was the best. He was probably the coolest kid in this whole school. Sampson liked to play it nonchalant with women, using his irresistible charm on them to get what he wanted, and his mocking sarcasm to put others down. He was a bully and he knew it. Being a Prefect thought meant that Sampson had to act at least a little bit civil to others. Since becoming Prefect, Sampson had toned down his anger towards everybody, if that seemed even possible. Sampson was the strict Prefect that never tolerated late nighters or rule breakers. He would take points from his friends, but never his best friends from Sournois. He was a bit corrupt with the system, but it's not like others didn't let their friends off the hook every now and then. Sampson had let his anger show through with this tiny girl. Unwanted physical contact annoyed Sampson to no ends and had clearly told the girl that in the worst way possible. Most would just cower and leave him alone, but he had come across a red head. It was known that red heads were to be feared because they were always irritating people with how stubborn they were and how nosy they were. It was a large generalization about red heads and definitely far from the truth since not all red heads were stubborn, but they were feisty. He watched her circle him as he was now the prey. He lowered his eyebrows dangerously. He would not allow himself to be the prey and this height impaired girl push him around. "Yes. Yes, i would. Unwanted physical contact, that is. If I had invited you to poke me in the chest, I wouldn't be making such a big deal." Sampson told her with a sneer.

Fine. She wasn't going to admit it, but Sampson sure wasn't going to make her forget whenever he saw her in the Prefect lounge or even around school. Sampson was horrible with remembering faces and names, but once Sampson actually conversed with a person, it wasn't hard to not forget them. Tinley had done just that. Sampson was never going to forget her face. He'd probably still forget her name, but not her face. Sampson did have to admit she had her wits about her. She was quick and answered the right questions and made the right questions. While he highly despised her right now, Sampson knew that she was making a mighty fine annoyance right now. Sampson had a ton of negative relationships with people, and when one had that, he began respecting those that could talk back to him with intelligence. He still hated their guts, but loved how they made things fun with intelligent rows. It was always the Roueries that fullfilled this role since their main characteristic was supposed to be intelligence. Sampson let out a laugh at her comment about how they had different ideas of fun. "You got that right." Sampson muttered with a roll of his eyes. He liked snogging women and getting people in trouble while red here probably liked riding a horse or sitting in a garden: something really girly no doubt.

Ah yes, this was definitely most entertaining for Sampson. He was a little worried he had come across someone that was equally as witty, but he had just let his guard down for a split second. He had gained his composure and opened the book in his lap after listening to her with raised eyebrows. He let her fiddle with her book before speaking up again. "Well I thought we were having fun there. Clearly you're not stupid since you didn't shut up and walk out the door. At least, that's what most stupid people do." Sampson said with a shrug and turned the unread page with a knowing smile. She was trying to be the better person and she had already succeeded as soon as Sampson walked through the door. "Scars? Well if we're getting scars I hope you get the bigger ones." Sampson shot back. Sure it sounded childish, but Sampson was a child when it came with conversing with others.

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[tinley labonte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] imagine all the people ... "A little uptight aren't we?" If there been any line to cross, it was practically nonexistent now. His face held all the emotion his was going to give and it wasn't anything remotely nice. In fact, he looked as if he wanted to throttle her. Good. Let him be annoyed, Tinley thought, let him see how horrible it is to be...well horrible. She grinned evilly at the though of how much she'd gotten under his skin in one evening. Tapping her toe, she titled her head to the side and let out a tiny sigh. "Well you don't need to be such a child about it." And he was being a child. She got that some people had germ issues but Sampson looked nothing like that type of person. Even if that was a slightly judgmental thought it was true. She seen him enough times in the halls goofing off with his hoarding of trouble makers. Harassing young students, most particularly the girls and scared looking boys. He would often feign concern, touch their shoulders, offer a shake of the hand and then do something despicable. "You really ought to get over it. I mean if you thought I was being melodramatic earlier you should look in a mirror right now. So I poked you? So what? You've barely got a dent in your clothing so you should be happy." Her sentence faded and she looked away from his smug face. It was a while before he did they same and his gaze left her extremely uncomfortable. Finally he spoke and though the situation was anything but, she relaxed slightly. Scoffing she let shook her hand, "Oh I am so glad you don't think I'm stupid. It means so much." His comment about scars didn't go unnoticed but she refused to acknowledge it. Instead she gave him a very dark look. "Was there something else that you wanted or were you intending to remain here and cause even more of an uproar than you already have?"

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living life in peace

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