Tattoos, Noses, and Uncomfortable Silences
"I hate peas. One time I found them in the cupboard, so I took all 7 cans and buried them all in the backyard." Laughter. "They're really gross and green and shriveled." Marvine Thommson smiled as people chuckled.
Now it was James' turn. "James Potter.I have a crush on Lily Evans, she thinks I'm stupid. Never gonna happen." Some people giggled and others just looked sympathetic.
Except for Ev. "Stupid boy! She loves you."
"What?" James asked.
"It's so obvious!" Ev threw her head back and laughed at the look on James' face.
"Next," Dave said, looking at Sirius.
"Oh! Ummm, Sirius Hottie Black. Women love me, boyfriends hate me." Sirius grinned at his wit.
"Your boyfriends or the girls'?" Ev questioned. Sirius' face turned red and everyone laughed.
"Hey, Everard!" Ev turned her head toward Sirius. He held his middle finger up at her.
She made a motion as if she was grabbing it. 'Thanks' she mouthed and pretended to stick it in her pocket.
He rolled his eyes.
"All right, stop it you two," Dave reprimanded. "Your turn," he motioned to Ev.
"Name's Everard Rhyahnnon, Ev for short. I'm an orphan slash foster child. I live with a friend of mine." Everyone looked at her waiting for something a bit more interesting. "Okay. Uhhhh. I had to see a psychiatrist. He commented on my tattoos," here she raised her arm showing her Chinese tattoo, "he said they were my 'cry for help'. I stopped going, got another tattoo." Ev finished and propped a foot on her chair, the front of her leg resting on her desk. She casually laid her arm across her knee.
There was a silence. An awkward silence.
"Okay, next," Dave finally said. First class of the day and already a weirdo, he thought to himself.
Ev grinned and sat there quietly for the rest of the class.
Finally the bell rang and everyone stood up, racing to the door.
Ev took her time, reaching down and grabbing her black bag.
"Miss umm.Rhyahnnon, could I talk to you for a second."
Here we go, Ev thought, walking toward Dave.
"Yes?" she asked, raising her pierced eyebrow.
"About your wardrobe, I find it odd that you are wearing muggle clothing while others are wearing the required uniforms?" he posed this as a question.
"And."
"Have you gotten consent from anyone that you are permitted to wear customary attire?"
"No," she breathed in response.
"Well, until you get authorization, I request you to wear the uniform."
"What does it matter," Ev said slowly.
"Just do it!" he burst back.
"Very well." Ev turned around and walked out of the classroom.
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McGonagall was waiting for her next class when the new student burst in.
"Do I have to wear the uniform?" she asked quickly.
McGonagall looked her up and down, "Yes I believe so."
"Is it written in blood or chiseled in stone somewhere?"
"Nooo," Professor McGonagall answered slowly. "But it's required."
"Can I take this up with the headmaster?" Ev asked pointedly.
"Sure, but later. Right now you should be in class." McGonagall looked at the room, which was slowly filling with students.
"No, because then, I'll have to go through this with every teacher I have. And I don't have the energy for that."
McGonagall sighed. "Fine, go to his office." She gave her the directions and password.
Smiling, Ev stalked out and continued on to the headmaster's office.
Ev watched as the statue moved aside to show the moving staircase. She groaned.
No friggin way, she thought, more confined spaces.
Taking a deep breath she stepped on. She stayed on that first step before thinking 'screw this.' She quickly walked up the steps, skipping every other one. Once she reached the door she didn't knock. She just burst through the door. Dumbledore looked surprised, if only a little bit.
"Yes," he asked kindly, "may I be of help?"
"Yes, actually, I was wondering about the uniforms. Are they required? I mean, is it a rule? Will I get expelled if I don't wear it?"
"You will be wearing something, correct?" he asked with humor. Ev just nodded curtly. "Well, in fact, it's not a rule. It's just always been followed. We had a rulebook, but Mr. Filch 'accidentally' lost it, just so he could persecute students for doing things they didn't know were wrong I believe but I have yet to ask him about it. Anyway," he continued after rambling, although Ev doubted he ever rambled, "I see nothing wrong with you wearing muggle clothing if you prefer it." He smiled at her.
"Well, thank you," Ev replied, surprised at how easy it was.
"Now, please go back to class, Miss Rhyahnnon," his eyes twinkled at her, "I hope you sleep better tomorrow."
Ev, who had turned to leave, whipped around and looked at him, her eyes wide. "What, did.you say?" she managed to gasp out.
"You look tired, I'm sure it's hard to sleep in a new place like this. Hope you get over that." Ev sighed after he said this, but Dumbledore still looked at her with a knowing look.
"Thank you, Dumbledore," she smirked at him. He inclined his head at her in answer, watching as Ev slowly walked out of the room.
"You lie to her, Professor," he muttered to himself.
"Yes, but it is fun to alienate, isn't it?" he replied to himself in a clear voice. The portraits on the wall took no heed to him talking to himself and hardly looked up. He was brilliant, why shouldn't he be able to talk to himself?
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Ev burst into Potions quite late, after searching for the right class, but she walked in as if it didn't matter.
"Why are you late, young lady?" the Potions master asked icily.
"I had to speak with the Headmaster." She replied back in a would-be-perky- voice had it not been for the coolness in her eyes.
"Who are you?" Ev asked suddenly.
"I am the Potions master, Professor Raygon," he replied shortly. "And who are you?"
"I am the student, Everard Rhyahnnon," she replied in a lofty voice.
The professor whipped around, glaring at her.
"See me after class so we can discuss your detention."
"Second class of the day and already I got a detention, wow, I'm doing better this year. I was only seven detentions away from the record at my last school you know. Damn disappointment!" She plopped down next to Rae and opened her book. "Go ahead, teach."
Raygon looked fiercely at her, but a smirk fell onto his face as he turned around to write on the board. "Two detentions, young lady."
Ev grinned sarcastically and stared out the window to her right.
Ah, to be a troublesome student.
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The Slytherins and Gryffindors stood outside the Transfiguration classroom, waiting until the last possible second to go in.
Ev leaned against the wall, holding her bookbag in one hand, dangling it at the floor. She glared at the Slytherins across from her, the Gryffindors being on one wall, them on the other.
Lucius raised an eyebrow suggestively at her and smirked at her, staring at something other than her face. While others around them talked loudly and made a ruckus, he strode purposefully toward her, a somewhat debonair smirk on his face. Ev groaned and looked at the stone ceiling.
"Son of a bitch," she muttered loud enough for him to hear and anyone close to them. "Why, why me? Do you hate me? Past meetings would point in that direction wouldn't they?" She spoke sarcastically to God.
Lucius had by now reached her.
"Have you missed me?" he asked coolly.
Ev wobbled her head back and forth, as if considering the question.
"No," she answered simply.
"I think you have."
"Willing to bet on that?"
"I'd be willing to bet that right now, you'd do anything to kiss me." He ran his finger down the side of her face and down to her stomach.
"Remember what happened the last time you did something quite akin to this?" Ev voiced casually.
"You're just playing hard to get. So I'll be surprised when you finally come after me." Ev gazed derisively at him when he said this.
She let him hang there for about 4 seconds after he said that.
Then, using all her strength, which certainly wasn't little, she connected her left fist with his pale crooked nose.
"Surprised." She asked rhetorically, shaking her hand to rid of the small pain she felt compared to his
He groaned from his position on the floor. "Thought so." She let out her breath loudly and looked up.
Definitely had everyone's attention now. The hallway was quiet. Had this girl just punched him?
"You go girl," Rae said in a perfect attempt at sounding like what she thought an American teenager would have said in this situation.
Ev chuckled.
Still quiet.
The bell rang.
No one moved.
Noisy silence.
Weighty silence.
Couldn't cut through it with a knife it was so thick.
"'Bout time for class, don't ya think?" Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Ev loped into the classroom.
"That girls all about the class," a girl whispered to her friend as everyone slowly walked into class, stepping over Malfoy on the way. On him if necessary.
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Finally the day ended and the group of friends and Ev (She wasn't really a friend but they were beginning to respect her) walked to their common room. Sirius, James, and Rae were loudly going over every detail of Ev's punch to Malfoy's nose.
At about 8:30 Ev looked up from her finished homework. "Where's your weight room at?"
"Our what?" James replied, puzzled.
"Your weight room. Where you work out. Lift weights and stuff."
"We don't have one," Remus answered for James.
"Why's that?"
"I don't know."
"You do have sports right?" Ev asked.
"Yeah, Quidditch." Sirius said eagerly at the prospect of a discussion on Quidditch.
"Just Quidditch? What about football, swimming, running.." She looked at them with a mixture of astonishment and puzzlement.
"What's football?" Sirius questioned.
"It's a game with a white ball that you kick with your feet." Rae answered since she was a Muggle born.
"No!" Ev cried out, standing up quickly. "That's the sissy game you English made up for it. Football is the battle. The pigskin. The burliness. One of you has to know what football is." She looked close to tears at their incompetence. "Well, I'll just have to educate you." She grabbed parchment and knelt by the table.
"I hate peas. One time I found them in the cupboard, so I took all 7 cans and buried them all in the backyard." Laughter. "They're really gross and green and shriveled." Marvine Thommson smiled as people chuckled.
Now it was James' turn. "James Potter.I have a crush on Lily Evans, she thinks I'm stupid. Never gonna happen." Some people giggled and others just looked sympathetic.
Except for Ev. "Stupid boy! She loves you."
"What?" James asked.
"It's so obvious!" Ev threw her head back and laughed at the look on James' face.
"Next," Dave said, looking at Sirius.
"Oh! Ummm, Sirius Hottie Black. Women love me, boyfriends hate me." Sirius grinned at his wit.
"Your boyfriends or the girls'?" Ev questioned. Sirius' face turned red and everyone laughed.
"Hey, Everard!" Ev turned her head toward Sirius. He held his middle finger up at her.
She made a motion as if she was grabbing it. 'Thanks' she mouthed and pretended to stick it in her pocket.
He rolled his eyes.
"All right, stop it you two," Dave reprimanded. "Your turn," he motioned to Ev.
"Name's Everard Rhyahnnon, Ev for short. I'm an orphan slash foster child. I live with a friend of mine." Everyone looked at her waiting for something a bit more interesting. "Okay. Uhhhh. I had to see a psychiatrist. He commented on my tattoos," here she raised her arm showing her Chinese tattoo, "he said they were my 'cry for help'. I stopped going, got another tattoo." Ev finished and propped a foot on her chair, the front of her leg resting on her desk. She casually laid her arm across her knee.
There was a silence. An awkward silence.
"Okay, next," Dave finally said. First class of the day and already a weirdo, he thought to himself.
Ev grinned and sat there quietly for the rest of the class.
Finally the bell rang and everyone stood up, racing to the door.
Ev took her time, reaching down and grabbing her black bag.
"Miss umm.Rhyahnnon, could I talk to you for a second."
Here we go, Ev thought, walking toward Dave.
"Yes?" she asked, raising her pierced eyebrow.
"About your wardrobe, I find it odd that you are wearing muggle clothing while others are wearing the required uniforms?" he posed this as a question.
"And."
"Have you gotten consent from anyone that you are permitted to wear customary attire?"
"No," she breathed in response.
"Well, until you get authorization, I request you to wear the uniform."
"What does it matter," Ev said slowly.
"Just do it!" he burst back.
"Very well." Ev turned around and walked out of the classroom.
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McGonagall was waiting for her next class when the new student burst in.
"Do I have to wear the uniform?" she asked quickly.
McGonagall looked her up and down, "Yes I believe so."
"Is it written in blood or chiseled in stone somewhere?"
"Nooo," Professor McGonagall answered slowly. "But it's required."
"Can I take this up with the headmaster?" Ev asked pointedly.
"Sure, but later. Right now you should be in class." McGonagall looked at the room, which was slowly filling with students.
"No, because then, I'll have to go through this with every teacher I have. And I don't have the energy for that."
McGonagall sighed. "Fine, go to his office." She gave her the directions and password.
Smiling, Ev stalked out and continued on to the headmaster's office.
Ev watched as the statue moved aside to show the moving staircase. She groaned.
No friggin way, she thought, more confined spaces.
Taking a deep breath she stepped on. She stayed on that first step before thinking 'screw this.' She quickly walked up the steps, skipping every other one. Once she reached the door she didn't knock. She just burst through the door. Dumbledore looked surprised, if only a little bit.
"Yes," he asked kindly, "may I be of help?"
"Yes, actually, I was wondering about the uniforms. Are they required? I mean, is it a rule? Will I get expelled if I don't wear it?"
"You will be wearing something, correct?" he asked with humor. Ev just nodded curtly. "Well, in fact, it's not a rule. It's just always been followed. We had a rulebook, but Mr. Filch 'accidentally' lost it, just so he could persecute students for doing things they didn't know were wrong I believe but I have yet to ask him about it. Anyway," he continued after rambling, although Ev doubted he ever rambled, "I see nothing wrong with you wearing muggle clothing if you prefer it." He smiled at her.
"Well, thank you," Ev replied, surprised at how easy it was.
"Now, please go back to class, Miss Rhyahnnon," his eyes twinkled at her, "I hope you sleep better tomorrow."
Ev, who had turned to leave, whipped around and looked at him, her eyes wide. "What, did.you say?" she managed to gasp out.
"You look tired, I'm sure it's hard to sleep in a new place like this. Hope you get over that." Ev sighed after he said this, but Dumbledore still looked at her with a knowing look.
"Thank you, Dumbledore," she smirked at him. He inclined his head at her in answer, watching as Ev slowly walked out of the room.
"You lie to her, Professor," he muttered to himself.
"Yes, but it is fun to alienate, isn't it?" he replied to himself in a clear voice. The portraits on the wall took no heed to him talking to himself and hardly looked up. He was brilliant, why shouldn't he be able to talk to himself?
??????????????????????????????????????
Ev burst into Potions quite late, after searching for the right class, but she walked in as if it didn't matter.
"Why are you late, young lady?" the Potions master asked icily.
"I had to speak with the Headmaster." She replied back in a would-be-perky- voice had it not been for the coolness in her eyes.
"Who are you?" Ev asked suddenly.
"I am the Potions master, Professor Raygon," he replied shortly. "And who are you?"
"I am the student, Everard Rhyahnnon," she replied in a lofty voice.
The professor whipped around, glaring at her.
"See me after class so we can discuss your detention."
"Second class of the day and already I got a detention, wow, I'm doing better this year. I was only seven detentions away from the record at my last school you know. Damn disappointment!" She plopped down next to Rae and opened her book. "Go ahead, teach."
Raygon looked fiercely at her, but a smirk fell onto his face as he turned around to write on the board. "Two detentions, young lady."
Ev grinned sarcastically and stared out the window to her right.
Ah, to be a troublesome student.
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The Slytherins and Gryffindors stood outside the Transfiguration classroom, waiting until the last possible second to go in.
Ev leaned against the wall, holding her bookbag in one hand, dangling it at the floor. She glared at the Slytherins across from her, the Gryffindors being on one wall, them on the other.
Lucius raised an eyebrow suggestively at her and smirked at her, staring at something other than her face. While others around them talked loudly and made a ruckus, he strode purposefully toward her, a somewhat debonair smirk on his face. Ev groaned and looked at the stone ceiling.
"Son of a bitch," she muttered loud enough for him to hear and anyone close to them. "Why, why me? Do you hate me? Past meetings would point in that direction wouldn't they?" She spoke sarcastically to God.
Lucius had by now reached her.
"Have you missed me?" he asked coolly.
Ev wobbled her head back and forth, as if considering the question.
"No," she answered simply.
"I think you have."
"Willing to bet on that?"
"I'd be willing to bet that right now, you'd do anything to kiss me." He ran his finger down the side of her face and down to her stomach.
"Remember what happened the last time you did something quite akin to this?" Ev voiced casually.
"You're just playing hard to get. So I'll be surprised when you finally come after me." Ev gazed derisively at him when he said this.
She let him hang there for about 4 seconds after he said that.
Then, using all her strength, which certainly wasn't little, she connected her left fist with his pale crooked nose.
"Surprised." She asked rhetorically, shaking her hand to rid of the small pain she felt compared to his
He groaned from his position on the floor. "Thought so." She let out her breath loudly and looked up.
Definitely had everyone's attention now. The hallway was quiet. Had this girl just punched him?
"You go girl," Rae said in a perfect attempt at sounding like what she thought an American teenager would have said in this situation.
Ev chuckled.
Still quiet.
The bell rang.
No one moved.
Noisy silence.
Weighty silence.
Couldn't cut through it with a knife it was so thick.
"'Bout time for class, don't ya think?" Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Ev loped into the classroom.
"That girls all about the class," a girl whispered to her friend as everyone slowly walked into class, stepping over Malfoy on the way. On him if necessary.
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Finally the day ended and the group of friends and Ev (She wasn't really a friend but they were beginning to respect her) walked to their common room. Sirius, James, and Rae were loudly going over every detail of Ev's punch to Malfoy's nose.
At about 8:30 Ev looked up from her finished homework. "Where's your weight room at?"
"Our what?" James replied, puzzled.
"Your weight room. Where you work out. Lift weights and stuff."
"We don't have one," Remus answered for James.
"Why's that?"
"I don't know."
"You do have sports right?" Ev asked.
"Yeah, Quidditch." Sirius said eagerly at the prospect of a discussion on Quidditch.
"Just Quidditch? What about football, swimming, running.." She looked at them with a mixture of astonishment and puzzlement.
"What's football?" Sirius questioned.
"It's a game with a white ball that you kick with your feet." Rae answered since she was a Muggle born.
"No!" Ev cried out, standing up quickly. "That's the sissy game you English made up for it. Football is the battle. The pigskin. The burliness. One of you has to know what football is." She looked close to tears at their incompetence. "Well, I'll just have to educate you." She grabbed parchment and knelt by the table.
