After Principal Kaylor had left, the group of four were engulfed in complete silence, and barely five minutes had passed before before a loud yawn issued from the mouth of a dark skinned girl with long, wavy hair.

"God, this is so boring," Chrys hissed, kicking her desk in complete annoyance. Oh, how she hated that room. But to be stuck in there for a complete weekend, nights and days, was intolerable.

"Oh, just shut up, will you?" Victoria demanded, staring up at the ceiling. She hadn't used a very stern voice, more of a silky one as she gazed dreamily, as if it had been a mere suggestion.

"Please stop talking, space case. It's bad enough being stuck with you
losers without actually having to hear you speak," Chrys drawled lazily with a smirk.

A loud 'clank' echoed through the room as Raven dropped her chair in anger, glaring at Chrys dangerously.

"Just get over yourself. Just because I'm obviously a much better Quidditch player than

yourself does not mean you can take it out on everyone."

"Much better?" Chrys smirked, having watched as the lounging Raven pulled her feet from the desk and dropped to the floor, rocking lightly but staying in place. "Don't kid yourself, hun. My skills surpass yours by a mile."

"Oh, yes. Most certainly they do, especially since lots of skill is in the person, so just because yours is more hightech I still have my own skills inside me to take you out!" Raven spat out venomously, her point dripping dangerously with poison as she bared her teeth in anger.

"Don't vamp out on me now, princess," Chrys smirked again as she too stood up and walked over to Raven, patting her playfully on the head, hatred shining in her dark eyes.

Batting Chrys' arm away, Raven shoved herself backwards. "Don't give me a reason to kill you," she hissed before rolling her eyes.

Chrys smiled silkily.

The two were glaring daggers at each other before they were interrupted by a small cough that was declaring attention. It was from Calvin.

"What do you want?" Raven questioned.

"Now now, play nicely children," Chrys smirked. "Keep your wannabe vampire fangs to yourself, Dreams."

"Stay out of it! What do you want?" Raven asked, this time a little less rude to the obvious pleasure of Chrys and relief of Calvin.

"Well...erm..." Calvin began, obviously under pressure with the whole issue. "It's just that, I don't want to get into any trouble and I'm sure you two don't want to, so maybe we should just be sitting and either talking civilly or thinking about what we've done."

"Well," Chrys started off, mocking him. "Maybe you haven't realized, little Mr. Goody Two Shoes, but we're always in here. We like making trouble, dude."

Rolling here eyes, Raven walked up to him and sat on his desk. "My condolences for her actions. I have nothing to do with it."

"Mmm hmm," Chrys muttered, rolling her eyes before they brightened. "Say, what is that rumor I've heard about you and Jared?"

"Ugh, do you mean that freak again?" she asked before she thought it out. "What is it this time?"

A malicious grin upon her face, Chrys raised her eyebrows. "What would you do to find out?"