Tensions grew high when the Quidditch final, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, rolled around. At least once a day, Slytherin and Gryffindor students would find themselves engaging in hallway altercations. Fallon had been tripped, insulted, and had her hair pulled by three separate Gryffindors.
All three had ended up on the ground in momentous amounts of pain, and realizing that a girl who packed a brutal punch like a cobra strike and had the quick reflexes of a cat was perhaps not the best person to pick a fight with.
The day of the game, the girls trooped to the Great Hall for breakfast, every last one of them wearing green. Morrigun gave Alexander Montague many whispered words of encouragement, and the others, following suit, wished the team well. Ravyn gave Draco a brilliant grin, and Akasha went so far as to lean over and give Flint a kiss on the cheek before telling him that she had nothing but the highest regard for him and the rest of the team. Flint's tanned face had reddened for a brief moment before he'd smirked and thanked her.
Fallon politely wished every team member well, and then, when she came to Warrington, she gave a half-smirk, and said, "Don't make me ashamed to call you my enemy, git."
No higher, more benevolent words could have been spoken.
* * *
A few hours later, the Slytherin Common Room was full of disappointed students. It had been so... so CLOSE! Draco had seen the snitch first, had been chasing after it when Potter had caught up, and by dint of having a superior broom, Gryffindor had won the cup. Xanne, Ai, Calypso and Persephone seemed relatively calm, saying that the Lions had put up a good game, as did their team. Morrigun and Montague had gone to the library to sit and talk (and likely do) more pleasant things. Akasha had gotten permission from Morrigun to borrow the use of her room, and was lending Flint a 'shoulder to cry on'.
Fallon sat alone in a corner of the Common Room, brewing a potion in a small, collapsible cauldron.
Cassius Warrington walked over to where she sat, and pulled up a chair next to her. Maybe annoying Fallon would take his mind off that game.
"Who're you going to poison?"
"No one yet... but thanks for the idea. Feel free to volunteer," Fallon replied, not even looking at him. He felt the beginnings of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Snarky bantering with Fallon: just what he needed after a bad day.
"I think I'll pass for now... where're the others? Did you scare them off?"
"Not quite, but I'm afraid that I can't give them what their current companions can. Well... I suppose that it would be possible if I were very creative about it... but I'm afraid that I don't fly on that side of the Quidditch pitch. Now, if you are not going to do anything but sit there and be annoying, sod off, I'm busy."
Warrington watched her in silence for a few moments, as she used a small knife to cut an unidentifiable root into thin slices before adding it to the cauldron. The potion emitted a cloud of ice-blue smoke, and simmered the color of sapphire. Fallon glanced at her watch, and started sifting in a fine white powder.
"What're you making anyway? I've never seen that potion before," he remarked.
For some reason, this prompted the girl to smirk. "I see... Not having any luck with the girls, eh?"
"Huh?" Warrington was completely mystified. Fallon chuckled.
"Contraceptive potion. If you didn't know what it was, obviously you're not having any luck with the girls."
This caused him to sputter, and look at her with wide, suspicious eyes. "Who're you shagging, Fallon?"
She laughed, "Shagging? What makes you think that I am shagging anyone? It's not for ME... But... what do YOU think Flint and Akasha are up to in Morrigun's room?"
Warrington groaned, and buried his face in his hands. "BAD mental image there... I did NOT want to know..."
"Your own fault for asking about the potion," Fallon said sweetly, before focusing entirely on crushing fangs, pointedly ignoring Warrington.
* * *
The year drew to a close. Sirius Black was supposedly captured, and vanished again. Professor Lupin was exposed as a werewolf. Despite the fact that he had not harmed anyone, he resigned from his position, and many students, particularly Gryffindors, were sad to see him go. Fallon had mixed feelings about the issue; he had been a fairly good teacher for a former Gryffindor, certainly much better than Lockhart. But, she supposed, there was always the danger that he could harm someone on a full moon.
Professor Snape had been the one to tell the students what Lupin was, after months of making him Wolfsbane potion to keep him from being a threat to others. The Slytherin students assumed that Snape had grown tired of brewing potions for him, and that, added to his dislike of all Defense teachers, had prompted the Potions Master to expose his fellow staff member.
Ravyn had joked that it was too bad; if Snape had grown tired of making the potion, he should have asked Fallon to make it. Fallon had rolled her eyes, saying that Ravyn was making her look like some bloody Ravenclaw or something.
Soon, it was summer again, and everyone left the school for vacation. Fallon went to France, and idly wondered if next year would be much different from previous years.
She had absolutely no idea what was in store for her.
* * *
End Chapter 7
* * *
Whee.... more soon!
All three had ended up on the ground in momentous amounts of pain, and realizing that a girl who packed a brutal punch like a cobra strike and had the quick reflexes of a cat was perhaps not the best person to pick a fight with.
The day of the game, the girls trooped to the Great Hall for breakfast, every last one of them wearing green. Morrigun gave Alexander Montague many whispered words of encouragement, and the others, following suit, wished the team well. Ravyn gave Draco a brilliant grin, and Akasha went so far as to lean over and give Flint a kiss on the cheek before telling him that she had nothing but the highest regard for him and the rest of the team. Flint's tanned face had reddened for a brief moment before he'd smirked and thanked her.
Fallon politely wished every team member well, and then, when she came to Warrington, she gave a half-smirk, and said, "Don't make me ashamed to call you my enemy, git."
No higher, more benevolent words could have been spoken.
* * *
A few hours later, the Slytherin Common Room was full of disappointed students. It had been so... so CLOSE! Draco had seen the snitch first, had been chasing after it when Potter had caught up, and by dint of having a superior broom, Gryffindor had won the cup. Xanne, Ai, Calypso and Persephone seemed relatively calm, saying that the Lions had put up a good game, as did their team. Morrigun and Montague had gone to the library to sit and talk (and likely do) more pleasant things. Akasha had gotten permission from Morrigun to borrow the use of her room, and was lending Flint a 'shoulder to cry on'.
Fallon sat alone in a corner of the Common Room, brewing a potion in a small, collapsible cauldron.
Cassius Warrington walked over to where she sat, and pulled up a chair next to her. Maybe annoying Fallon would take his mind off that game.
"Who're you going to poison?"
"No one yet... but thanks for the idea. Feel free to volunteer," Fallon replied, not even looking at him. He felt the beginnings of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Snarky bantering with Fallon: just what he needed after a bad day.
"I think I'll pass for now... where're the others? Did you scare them off?"
"Not quite, but I'm afraid that I can't give them what their current companions can. Well... I suppose that it would be possible if I were very creative about it... but I'm afraid that I don't fly on that side of the Quidditch pitch. Now, if you are not going to do anything but sit there and be annoying, sod off, I'm busy."
Warrington watched her in silence for a few moments, as she used a small knife to cut an unidentifiable root into thin slices before adding it to the cauldron. The potion emitted a cloud of ice-blue smoke, and simmered the color of sapphire. Fallon glanced at her watch, and started sifting in a fine white powder.
"What're you making anyway? I've never seen that potion before," he remarked.
For some reason, this prompted the girl to smirk. "I see... Not having any luck with the girls, eh?"
"Huh?" Warrington was completely mystified. Fallon chuckled.
"Contraceptive potion. If you didn't know what it was, obviously you're not having any luck with the girls."
This caused him to sputter, and look at her with wide, suspicious eyes. "Who're you shagging, Fallon?"
She laughed, "Shagging? What makes you think that I am shagging anyone? It's not for ME... But... what do YOU think Flint and Akasha are up to in Morrigun's room?"
Warrington groaned, and buried his face in his hands. "BAD mental image there... I did NOT want to know..."
"Your own fault for asking about the potion," Fallon said sweetly, before focusing entirely on crushing fangs, pointedly ignoring Warrington.
* * *
The year drew to a close. Sirius Black was supposedly captured, and vanished again. Professor Lupin was exposed as a werewolf. Despite the fact that he had not harmed anyone, he resigned from his position, and many students, particularly Gryffindors, were sad to see him go. Fallon had mixed feelings about the issue; he had been a fairly good teacher for a former Gryffindor, certainly much better than Lockhart. But, she supposed, there was always the danger that he could harm someone on a full moon.
Professor Snape had been the one to tell the students what Lupin was, after months of making him Wolfsbane potion to keep him from being a threat to others. The Slytherin students assumed that Snape had grown tired of brewing potions for him, and that, added to his dislike of all Defense teachers, had prompted the Potions Master to expose his fellow staff member.
Ravyn had joked that it was too bad; if Snape had grown tired of making the potion, he should have asked Fallon to make it. Fallon had rolled her eyes, saying that Ravyn was making her look like some bloody Ravenclaw or something.
Soon, it was summer again, and everyone left the school for vacation. Fallon went to France, and idly wondered if next year would be much different from previous years.
She had absolutely no idea what was in store for her.
* * *
End Chapter 7
* * *
Whee.... more soon!