DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own many of the background
characters. Some of the characters (Taseia, Faellen, Kairn, and Seth in
particular) I am the creator and owner of. So hands off please. The rest
are copyright to J. K. Rowling.
Author's Note: JOY! ^^ It seems Kairn is pretty popular with the lay-days! Wink, wink, nudge, nudge! I find that funny and joyous at the same time. Thank you for the reviews so far and hope to gather some more at the posting of this next chapter. I really appreciate any feedback I receive. Anyway, here's the next chapter: enjoy!
Mystixnight
Chapter 2 Liar
Kairn leaned back in his seat, balancing precariously on the hind legs of the sturdy, wooden stool. He let his obsidian gaze rove carelessly around the room, noting random things. There was a window in the right hand corner that had a broken latch, for example. Only a meager three- percent of his classmates appeared to be paying any attention to Professor Binns, the only ghost teacher in the school, who was attempting to instruct them on the History of Magic.
Kairn snorted through his nose, allowing himself to right the seat by letting it fall forward with a thud. School hadn't been as hard as he had thought it would be. Most of his classrooms were on main hallways, so it wasn't like he had to venture into the more complex sections of the school, unless of course he felt like freedom from the endless jabbering in the Slytherin common room.
At the thought of his fellow Slytherins he let his mind continue on it's rambling path. The majority of them were all brawn, no brain. It was laughable to watch them in class. There were exceptions, though it seemed none did particularly astounding jobs. He had forgotten in the midst of being sorted that first day, but he had arrived as the Slytherin common room to find that the fiery tempered, as well as fiery haired girl who had almost set the Sorting Hat alight was a Slytherin too. They had never spoken, though. He wasn't a coward, by any means, but he wasn't as dead stupid as some of the others and he didn't fancy the idea of being burnt to a crisp during the first week of school. He let her keep her distance.
His gaze shifted absent-mindedly to the same femme. She sat alone, as she had in every class so far. In the rows of seats, she was an island. A healthy distance surrounded her on all sides from the nearest student. He knew from listening to others converse that she wasn't very popular. First impressions make a large impact on children their age, as he knew, and no one had let her mishap with the Sorting Hat slip. As much as some of them might deny it, the sprightly little thing scared them. Scared them to the point they'd rather face the irritation of multiple teachers who would shoo them back to proper seating in close range to the girl only to find the students promptly scurry back to their original positions, than dare venture near the girl. There had been more than one detention so far due to this issue, needless to say.
Kairn's dark brows furrowed slightly as he regarded the girl with curiosity. She was an interesting little thing. Short, he could tell, even though she wasn't standing. Her flaming red hair was cut so as to be boyishly short in the back whilst in the font it was left in long bangs to fall over her face on either side. Because of this it was hard to note the colouration of her eyes, but he gathered eventually that they were the same golden colour as when the candlelight reflected on the rusty gold of the chandeliers, and were home to slitted pupils. Interesting indeed.
She was thin, not so much slender as just thin. Not thin enough to be gaunt or any such thing, but obviously not an over-eater, or so he thought. He snickered aloud (though Binns seemed not to notice) in amusement at the sight of her fingers. The tip of each digit was scorched almost black.
Immediately a scowl alighted his features in return to her own as she caught his laugh. Her pupils narrowed 'til they were naught but a hair separating two sections of gold. Her lips curled in an almost frightening snarl, teeth bared in an animal fashion. Two pointed canines revealed themselves in such a manner.
Upon realizing this, Kairn only looked harder, not exactly one to respect another's personal space. One more aspect of his indifferent nature. This only appeared to anger her further. He let out another chuckle as her hair began to waver and a corner of her robe collar came in contact with the flaming locks and proceeded to begin to smoke. One already singed hand rose to flatten down her hair in a sharp, agitated motion.
Binns looked up slowly, seeing the girl's twitchy disposition. "Is something the matter, Miss Corel?"
She looked up at him sharply, gaze flickering angrily to Kairn before she answered. "No, sir. Everything is just peachy" She spat out the words bitterly, sarcasm dripping off each syllable. A few of the students nearest to her scooted back another few inches. Apparently just as ghosts lose feeling, ghosts lose the ability to detect emotion in their students. Or maybe, Kairn thought as Binns continued on his dreary sermon in a monotone voice, this was just Binns in particular.
He sent his gaze back to 'Miss Corel', to find that she was avoiding his eyes, focused overly much on her paper, quill tapping irritably against the table top as the last half hour of the lesson droned on.
* * *
Faellen was seething, almost writhing in her anger. She had never had the best temper to begin with, or at least the ability to hold it in check. Her blood boiled within her veins as she focused on her paper, the page a blur as her mind raced with thoughts of her aggravation.
Mercifully, Professor Binns declared, with a look at the dust-caked hourglass upon his desk that the time had come for the dismissal of class. Freedom... An almost tangible wave of relief and re-awakening filtered through the students.
Faellen rose without a word, back stiff, and chin up. Her pace was brisk, aching to leave. Aching to be free from the prying stares. If one had taken the care to notice they would have seen that her pupils had expanded to the point that they almost totally eclipsed the iris. Turning right. Turning left. Breaking apart a herd of Gryffindor third years as she forced her way through the crowds. All senses were focused on keeping her pace at a walk, on keeping a blank face.
All senses shifted as she felt a hand dig into her shoulder, almost toppling her over backwards as the momentum of her swift pace kicked in. She whirled, face alight with anger, complexion paling in her mounting temper, as opposed to reddening. The wrath only grew as she found that her stalker had been none other than the insolent twit from class.
He snickered in a knowing manner. "Where the hell are you going in such a hurry. Classes are over for the day, in case you hadn't noticed. Names Kairn, and you would be?"
Faellen snarled, face twisting in animosity, which only pulled another twitch of the brow from her tormentor, the only new expression on his suddenly frigid disposition. "Who am I? Is this some kind of joke? I'm the one the burned the hat! I'm the one that everyone hates! I'm the one that'll singe the hair off your cat if she catches it! You scared too?" She was quaking with rage, spouting out a random rumor that followed her through the halls. She was sick of this! Was she some kind of sideshow? Was she here just to be harassed by cold-shouldered prats like this one?
Kairn raised his brow once more, seemingly one of his only displays of emotion. "Touchy, aren't you?"
Faellen hissed, which induced another spur of brow raisings from Kairn and another smirk that she couldn't help but interpret as mocking. Though distinctly shorter than Kairn she posed a suddenly intimidating figure. Her hair flamed high, flaring like an altered halo around her face, which radiated her animosity. "You. Have. NO. idea. Crawl back under the rock you came from, jackass." Her gaze locked on his, infuriated to find that it still gave off a sense of amusement.
Robes billowed as she pivoted on her heels and continued on down the halls, flowing hem whipping around the next corner after her. Kairn watched with little to no expression on his dark features, but inside he was as close to true laughter he had had in a while. This one was interesting. More information was needed.
"Spine-strum." Her words were almost inaudible, spat out to the statue before her, at which point it sidled obediently to the side, giving her full-leave to clamber through the thin doorway and shifting back into place afterwards, as Faellen entered the Slytherin common room. Some deity took pity 'pon the singular figure as it bolted up the split stairway to the dormitories, leaving an empty room to await her.
It wasn't until her books were strewn on the floor and she had collapsed on the bed that Faellen let the tears come.
* * *
Taseia walked at an easy pace, face still creased in a smile from the recent company of some new companions. It seems that finding friends here wasn't as big a problem as she had worried it might be. The hem of her robe barely grazed the cobblestone hallways, her stride smooth and even. Almost giving the illusion of gliding had it not been for the telltale signs of her legs imprinting upon the fabric each forward step. It was easiest for her to wear her hat, the traditional pointed version usually only required for formal occasions. She preferred it this way, though. It saved her from the questions that arose. Pointed ears weren't common occurrences it seemed. Diverse school indeed.
Books cradled in one hand, she heard her name called, turning as she walked to wave in reply to the receding figure of Sienna Larson, a third year RavenClaw whom she had become quite close to already.
She turned around just in time to see a glimpse of ebon' robes before she collided, papers littering the hallways. She looked up, brow furrowed in mild annoyance and lips etched in a smile of apology, to see that the other involved wasn't even looking at her.
"Sorry. And don't worry, apology accepted." Her comments were laced with teasing sarcasm, though the grin upon her features indicated no harm was meant in the jest.
"I see." Needless to say the reply wasn't exactly enthusiastic. Taseia rose to her feet, books piled now haphazardly in her arms. With a bit of rearranging she managed to put out an arm, too stubborn to accept such a reply. Not enough information for her hungry mind. "Taseia."
"Kairn." Her hand was taken, long slender fingers grasping cool, callous hardened ones.
Finally content with this level of interaction, Taseia drew back her hand, smiling openly now. She hadn't expected a return in the friendly gesture and wasn't surprised when she received no replying grin. The top half of her books were tipped towards him, sliding against his chest. He had little choice but to prop out his arms or risk a bruised foot.
"Thanks for helping me carry my books as far as the library, Kairn." She grinned with a lightly mocking expression, though meant kindly enough, as she began to continue her walk.
Invisible pupils rolled in matching irises as Kairn walked after her though tempted to dump her books in the hallway. "Only too glad to help." Sarcasm dripped off of his words, blatantly obvious and meant to be so. A laugh met his ears in reply as he shook the hair out of his eyes and sped up a mite, catching up with ease.
* * *
They parted on friendly terms at the library, or as close to friendly as one got when dealing with one so impassive and cold as Kairn. Taseia continued on to the right, whilst Kairn kept his pace straight. Gaze roved carelessly over the intricate stone carvings that twined over and around the vaulted ceiling. As he came to a familiar statue he off-handedly spouted his password. "Spine-strum." Once more the statue rose and stepped back into place once Kairn had made his way through.
He leaned back in an easy chair, noting with satisfaction that the common room was empty. Wonderful. He reclined fully, propping his feet 'pon a polished coffee table, the dust streaking the mahogany in slight. One arm served as a rest behind his head whilst the other tossed his books carelessly into the recliner next to him.
He didn't even know what had hit him.
His books collided with his head and neck, cushions following, all accompanied closely by bursts of flame. "WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!" The words were as fiery as the attacks. His arms rose to shield his face from the flames, a throw pillow (already singed) thrown full-force at Faellen's head in time to halt the next onslaught. It seems she had been the occupant of the same seat that he had chosen to place his books upon.
"If you ask me, you have a serious problem with paranoia. I didn't even know you were there, twit!" Kairn sat up again, arms resting on his knees, shoulders slumped as always. His hand flickered up to the corner of his mouth, rubbing off a trickle of blood from one of the textbook attacks.
Faellen sneered and thumped down into her own chair, arms crossed tightly. "Ya, well no one did ask you, did they?" Fingers rose irritably to smooth the still flaming locks into stationary states once more.
Kairn rolled his eyes; she was so disagreeable. "Not everyone here cares so much about the whole head flaming issue. If you'd just lay low for a while everyone would just forget about it and you could go on unnoticed, you know."
Faellen pouted, she knew it was childish but she couldn't help it. She hadn't thought about it that way. What if she did calm down? No more stares. That was good. But no attention whatsoever? That wasn't exactly what she had hoped for. Eventually she shot back a reply, though it sounded less self-defensive than earlier. "I don't need your opinion on the subject, alright, bloke?"
Kairn nodded, replying sarcastically, leaning back into the folds of the armchair, still wary she would fly into another fit and bombard him with school supplies once more. "Kairn," he corrected. "And sure you don't. I can see how your plan is going smoothly already. Have fits, throw things at people, make your hair burn up and then expect to be let alone. Why didn't I think of that before.?" His hand rose to smack his forehead in mock revelation. "It just makes so much sense now that I think about it!"
He flinched, hands twitching upwards for a moment as he saw a flaming strand of hair from behind the deep sides of the arm-chair, expecting another retaliation. But it disappeared quickly, and though he couldn't see her now, he considered himself safe for the moment.
After a moment, dragged out slowly, she replied, voice calmer than he had heard thus far, accompanied by a cold chuckle, no mirth ringing within it. "You have no idea what you're talking about, you know that right? You have no idea." Her tone was dry and bitter, drifting around the side of the arm- chair to reach him.
Kairn sneered from his place, hidden in the luxurious padding of his seat. What did she know? Did she think she was the only one with issues? His voice was as dry and gravelly as hers had been. "What if I told you that there are people here who do have an idea.?"
Faellen rose slowly, making her way to the split staircase that led to the male and female dormitories. As she reached the branching point, she turned back, gaze steady, voice even. "I would call you a liar." And with that parting note she turned away, walking purposefully through the doorway and out of sight. Though it was only just past six in the evening and dinner was to be served soon, Kairn was quite sure that she wouldn't be coming out again tonight. With a rise and fall of his shoulders he rose upwards reluctantly from the comfort of the chair, collecting his books, now slightly tattered and not to mention burnt, from the ground and made his way up to the boys quarters. Last words muttered before the door closed behind him. "Liar, indeed."
Author's Note: JOY! ^^ It seems Kairn is pretty popular with the lay-days! Wink, wink, nudge, nudge! I find that funny and joyous at the same time. Thank you for the reviews so far and hope to gather some more at the posting of this next chapter. I really appreciate any feedback I receive. Anyway, here's the next chapter: enjoy!
Mystixnight
Chapter 2 Liar
Kairn leaned back in his seat, balancing precariously on the hind legs of the sturdy, wooden stool. He let his obsidian gaze rove carelessly around the room, noting random things. There was a window in the right hand corner that had a broken latch, for example. Only a meager three- percent of his classmates appeared to be paying any attention to Professor Binns, the only ghost teacher in the school, who was attempting to instruct them on the History of Magic.
Kairn snorted through his nose, allowing himself to right the seat by letting it fall forward with a thud. School hadn't been as hard as he had thought it would be. Most of his classrooms were on main hallways, so it wasn't like he had to venture into the more complex sections of the school, unless of course he felt like freedom from the endless jabbering in the Slytherin common room.
At the thought of his fellow Slytherins he let his mind continue on it's rambling path. The majority of them were all brawn, no brain. It was laughable to watch them in class. There were exceptions, though it seemed none did particularly astounding jobs. He had forgotten in the midst of being sorted that first day, but he had arrived as the Slytherin common room to find that the fiery tempered, as well as fiery haired girl who had almost set the Sorting Hat alight was a Slytherin too. They had never spoken, though. He wasn't a coward, by any means, but he wasn't as dead stupid as some of the others and he didn't fancy the idea of being burnt to a crisp during the first week of school. He let her keep her distance.
His gaze shifted absent-mindedly to the same femme. She sat alone, as she had in every class so far. In the rows of seats, she was an island. A healthy distance surrounded her on all sides from the nearest student. He knew from listening to others converse that she wasn't very popular. First impressions make a large impact on children their age, as he knew, and no one had let her mishap with the Sorting Hat slip. As much as some of them might deny it, the sprightly little thing scared them. Scared them to the point they'd rather face the irritation of multiple teachers who would shoo them back to proper seating in close range to the girl only to find the students promptly scurry back to their original positions, than dare venture near the girl. There had been more than one detention so far due to this issue, needless to say.
Kairn's dark brows furrowed slightly as he regarded the girl with curiosity. She was an interesting little thing. Short, he could tell, even though she wasn't standing. Her flaming red hair was cut so as to be boyishly short in the back whilst in the font it was left in long bangs to fall over her face on either side. Because of this it was hard to note the colouration of her eyes, but he gathered eventually that they were the same golden colour as when the candlelight reflected on the rusty gold of the chandeliers, and were home to slitted pupils. Interesting indeed.
She was thin, not so much slender as just thin. Not thin enough to be gaunt or any such thing, but obviously not an over-eater, or so he thought. He snickered aloud (though Binns seemed not to notice) in amusement at the sight of her fingers. The tip of each digit was scorched almost black.
Immediately a scowl alighted his features in return to her own as she caught his laugh. Her pupils narrowed 'til they were naught but a hair separating two sections of gold. Her lips curled in an almost frightening snarl, teeth bared in an animal fashion. Two pointed canines revealed themselves in such a manner.
Upon realizing this, Kairn only looked harder, not exactly one to respect another's personal space. One more aspect of his indifferent nature. This only appeared to anger her further. He let out another chuckle as her hair began to waver and a corner of her robe collar came in contact with the flaming locks and proceeded to begin to smoke. One already singed hand rose to flatten down her hair in a sharp, agitated motion.
Binns looked up slowly, seeing the girl's twitchy disposition. "Is something the matter, Miss Corel?"
She looked up at him sharply, gaze flickering angrily to Kairn before she answered. "No, sir. Everything is just peachy" She spat out the words bitterly, sarcasm dripping off each syllable. A few of the students nearest to her scooted back another few inches. Apparently just as ghosts lose feeling, ghosts lose the ability to detect emotion in their students. Or maybe, Kairn thought as Binns continued on his dreary sermon in a monotone voice, this was just Binns in particular.
He sent his gaze back to 'Miss Corel', to find that she was avoiding his eyes, focused overly much on her paper, quill tapping irritably against the table top as the last half hour of the lesson droned on.
* * *
Faellen was seething, almost writhing in her anger. She had never had the best temper to begin with, or at least the ability to hold it in check. Her blood boiled within her veins as she focused on her paper, the page a blur as her mind raced with thoughts of her aggravation.
Mercifully, Professor Binns declared, with a look at the dust-caked hourglass upon his desk that the time had come for the dismissal of class. Freedom... An almost tangible wave of relief and re-awakening filtered through the students.
Faellen rose without a word, back stiff, and chin up. Her pace was brisk, aching to leave. Aching to be free from the prying stares. If one had taken the care to notice they would have seen that her pupils had expanded to the point that they almost totally eclipsed the iris. Turning right. Turning left. Breaking apart a herd of Gryffindor third years as she forced her way through the crowds. All senses were focused on keeping her pace at a walk, on keeping a blank face.
All senses shifted as she felt a hand dig into her shoulder, almost toppling her over backwards as the momentum of her swift pace kicked in. She whirled, face alight with anger, complexion paling in her mounting temper, as opposed to reddening. The wrath only grew as she found that her stalker had been none other than the insolent twit from class.
He snickered in a knowing manner. "Where the hell are you going in such a hurry. Classes are over for the day, in case you hadn't noticed. Names Kairn, and you would be?"
Faellen snarled, face twisting in animosity, which only pulled another twitch of the brow from her tormentor, the only new expression on his suddenly frigid disposition. "Who am I? Is this some kind of joke? I'm the one the burned the hat! I'm the one that everyone hates! I'm the one that'll singe the hair off your cat if she catches it! You scared too?" She was quaking with rage, spouting out a random rumor that followed her through the halls. She was sick of this! Was she some kind of sideshow? Was she here just to be harassed by cold-shouldered prats like this one?
Kairn raised his brow once more, seemingly one of his only displays of emotion. "Touchy, aren't you?"
Faellen hissed, which induced another spur of brow raisings from Kairn and another smirk that she couldn't help but interpret as mocking. Though distinctly shorter than Kairn she posed a suddenly intimidating figure. Her hair flamed high, flaring like an altered halo around her face, which radiated her animosity. "You. Have. NO. idea. Crawl back under the rock you came from, jackass." Her gaze locked on his, infuriated to find that it still gave off a sense of amusement.
Robes billowed as she pivoted on her heels and continued on down the halls, flowing hem whipping around the next corner after her. Kairn watched with little to no expression on his dark features, but inside he was as close to true laughter he had had in a while. This one was interesting. More information was needed.
"Spine-strum." Her words were almost inaudible, spat out to the statue before her, at which point it sidled obediently to the side, giving her full-leave to clamber through the thin doorway and shifting back into place afterwards, as Faellen entered the Slytherin common room. Some deity took pity 'pon the singular figure as it bolted up the split stairway to the dormitories, leaving an empty room to await her.
It wasn't until her books were strewn on the floor and she had collapsed on the bed that Faellen let the tears come.
* * *
Taseia walked at an easy pace, face still creased in a smile from the recent company of some new companions. It seems that finding friends here wasn't as big a problem as she had worried it might be. The hem of her robe barely grazed the cobblestone hallways, her stride smooth and even. Almost giving the illusion of gliding had it not been for the telltale signs of her legs imprinting upon the fabric each forward step. It was easiest for her to wear her hat, the traditional pointed version usually only required for formal occasions. She preferred it this way, though. It saved her from the questions that arose. Pointed ears weren't common occurrences it seemed. Diverse school indeed.
Books cradled in one hand, she heard her name called, turning as she walked to wave in reply to the receding figure of Sienna Larson, a third year RavenClaw whom she had become quite close to already.
She turned around just in time to see a glimpse of ebon' robes before she collided, papers littering the hallways. She looked up, brow furrowed in mild annoyance and lips etched in a smile of apology, to see that the other involved wasn't even looking at her.
"Sorry. And don't worry, apology accepted." Her comments were laced with teasing sarcasm, though the grin upon her features indicated no harm was meant in the jest.
"I see." Needless to say the reply wasn't exactly enthusiastic. Taseia rose to her feet, books piled now haphazardly in her arms. With a bit of rearranging she managed to put out an arm, too stubborn to accept such a reply. Not enough information for her hungry mind. "Taseia."
"Kairn." Her hand was taken, long slender fingers grasping cool, callous hardened ones.
Finally content with this level of interaction, Taseia drew back her hand, smiling openly now. She hadn't expected a return in the friendly gesture and wasn't surprised when she received no replying grin. The top half of her books were tipped towards him, sliding against his chest. He had little choice but to prop out his arms or risk a bruised foot.
"Thanks for helping me carry my books as far as the library, Kairn." She grinned with a lightly mocking expression, though meant kindly enough, as she began to continue her walk.
Invisible pupils rolled in matching irises as Kairn walked after her though tempted to dump her books in the hallway. "Only too glad to help." Sarcasm dripped off of his words, blatantly obvious and meant to be so. A laugh met his ears in reply as he shook the hair out of his eyes and sped up a mite, catching up with ease.
* * *
They parted on friendly terms at the library, or as close to friendly as one got when dealing with one so impassive and cold as Kairn. Taseia continued on to the right, whilst Kairn kept his pace straight. Gaze roved carelessly over the intricate stone carvings that twined over and around the vaulted ceiling. As he came to a familiar statue he off-handedly spouted his password. "Spine-strum." Once more the statue rose and stepped back into place once Kairn had made his way through.
He leaned back in an easy chair, noting with satisfaction that the common room was empty. Wonderful. He reclined fully, propping his feet 'pon a polished coffee table, the dust streaking the mahogany in slight. One arm served as a rest behind his head whilst the other tossed his books carelessly into the recliner next to him.
He didn't even know what had hit him.
His books collided with his head and neck, cushions following, all accompanied closely by bursts of flame. "WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!" The words were as fiery as the attacks. His arms rose to shield his face from the flames, a throw pillow (already singed) thrown full-force at Faellen's head in time to halt the next onslaught. It seems she had been the occupant of the same seat that he had chosen to place his books upon.
"If you ask me, you have a serious problem with paranoia. I didn't even know you were there, twit!" Kairn sat up again, arms resting on his knees, shoulders slumped as always. His hand flickered up to the corner of his mouth, rubbing off a trickle of blood from one of the textbook attacks.
Faellen sneered and thumped down into her own chair, arms crossed tightly. "Ya, well no one did ask you, did they?" Fingers rose irritably to smooth the still flaming locks into stationary states once more.
Kairn rolled his eyes; she was so disagreeable. "Not everyone here cares so much about the whole head flaming issue. If you'd just lay low for a while everyone would just forget about it and you could go on unnoticed, you know."
Faellen pouted, she knew it was childish but she couldn't help it. She hadn't thought about it that way. What if she did calm down? No more stares. That was good. But no attention whatsoever? That wasn't exactly what she had hoped for. Eventually she shot back a reply, though it sounded less self-defensive than earlier. "I don't need your opinion on the subject, alright, bloke?"
Kairn nodded, replying sarcastically, leaning back into the folds of the armchair, still wary she would fly into another fit and bombard him with school supplies once more. "Kairn," he corrected. "And sure you don't. I can see how your plan is going smoothly already. Have fits, throw things at people, make your hair burn up and then expect to be let alone. Why didn't I think of that before.?" His hand rose to smack his forehead in mock revelation. "It just makes so much sense now that I think about it!"
He flinched, hands twitching upwards for a moment as he saw a flaming strand of hair from behind the deep sides of the arm-chair, expecting another retaliation. But it disappeared quickly, and though he couldn't see her now, he considered himself safe for the moment.
After a moment, dragged out slowly, she replied, voice calmer than he had heard thus far, accompanied by a cold chuckle, no mirth ringing within it. "You have no idea what you're talking about, you know that right? You have no idea." Her tone was dry and bitter, drifting around the side of the arm- chair to reach him.
Kairn sneered from his place, hidden in the luxurious padding of his seat. What did she know? Did she think she was the only one with issues? His voice was as dry and gravelly as hers had been. "What if I told you that there are people here who do have an idea.?"
Faellen rose slowly, making her way to the split staircase that led to the male and female dormitories. As she reached the branching point, she turned back, gaze steady, voice even. "I would call you a liar." And with that parting note she turned away, walking purposefully through the doorway and out of sight. Though it was only just past six in the evening and dinner was to be served soon, Kairn was quite sure that she wouldn't be coming out again tonight. With a rise and fall of his shoulders he rose upwards reluctantly from the comfort of the chair, collecting his books, now slightly tattered and not to mention burnt, from the ground and made his way up to the boys quarters. Last words muttered before the door closed behind him. "Liar, indeed."
